The year was 2004. In a quiet, narrow studio in Tokyo’s Meguro ward, the air smelled of ozone from heavy studio lights and freshly brewed green tea. Yasushi Rikitake didn’t operate like the high-glamour fashion photographers of Ginza. He was a systematic archivist of the human form.
We often dismiss romantic dramas as guilty pleasures. Escapism. Emotional junk food. The year was 2004
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The golden hours of absolute comfort, laughter between flashes, and genuine artistic expression. Photos 8,001 to 11,363: