A sunny afternoon spent at a dark Tokyo club amidst flying rope, imprinted skin, and some of the best kinbaku practitioners on Earth. I was lucky to be able to document this once-in-a-lifetime experience; the results are now collection of treasured photos, which I compiled in a glossy, 90-page zine. Buy it here.
It’s print-on-demand and decent quality, which is not cheap. I’m turning zero profit from this, though; I conceived it as simply a rare time capsule for those who appreciate the art of rope bondage, not as a product. After having my mind blown here, I took a long train ride to Chofu for the autumn fireworks, which is just as well - anything less than that spectacular display after what I’d just seen at Mirage would have been a grave disappointment. 🎇🎆🎇
