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Coming to you live from the shiny floors of Narita International Airport. I hope your cozying up for a good read in your man den or where ever you log onto the most addicting form of entertainment in the world because this is going to be pretty, if not very good. That statement would be up to interpretation for anyone who is reading this though. Whether or not you like my definition of sleepless, exhaust fume filled nights is up to you.
When you think of something to write and you don’t have a pen and paper in front of you sometimes it just doesn’t flow out into a story like it does when you first lay it down in ink. So for this epic tale I headed over to my local family restaurant Jonathon’s to enjoy some hours of solitude with the drink bar as I furiously shredded some pages with my mechanical pencil.
I enjoy writing but over the past winter holidays I had the pleasure and displeasure of showing a bunch of people around the city of Tokyo that I have called home for about six months now.
HellaFlush Fuji weekend was pretty crazy. At least I was okay after the fact. But none the less, the trip to Fuji was a big and I had seen tons of content from the previous year’s event.
A couple nights before HellaFlush Gary text me letting me know his eye had gotten really irritating and was headed to the hospital to get it checked out. He said it was plausible that going to Fuji for him would be canceled. My heart kind of sank at that moment but I soon realized that there wasn’t much I could do this late in the game. It wasn’t as though I had to go. My thirst to explore and meet new people, see new things and have a grand old time, as anyone wishes for was probably the biggest reason that I even considered going.
On Friday night I came home and cooked a simple meal, wasted my life for a little while trolling through Facebook and then wandered into the living room to chat with my house mates. When I finally managed to get to bed, well, because I was so excited sleeping didn’t really happen. I seriously lay in bed just tossing and turning after finishing up preparations of my bag thinking to myself, “Porsche, Porsche, Porsche…”, which wasn’t helping my already terrible sleep schedule.
My autumn break was just getting better every week, and it was about to get better every hour.
It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep at all was wide awake in bed, at that point I just decided to go play some video games for a good hour, I mean who doesn’t love some strategic pwnage at 4 in the morning against a bunch of angry Americans right before you roar off in a Porsche to one of Japan’s biggest car meets.
I got a text from Gary around 5:30 and he let me know he was on his way. I grabbed everything I needed, a few extras and ran out the door.
Something about putting watermarks on film pictures doesn’t sit so well with me. For the time being I’m not going to be watermarking this post. So if you decid to share, please credit me appropriately, thanks in advance as always. ~Matt
Everyone must know the story already, but it not a bad thing to review with repetition, and none the less with awesome film pictures! When displaying film I really like the aspect of a “roll” of film and thus like to display almost all the images from my rolls of film if possible. And with that, lets get started!
I’m not quite sure why it takes Bic Camera so dam long to develop my film, aside from a special 630 Million pixel CD for scans, it was nothing out of the ordinary. Well, here we are a week and a half later with some okay scans of an awesome weekend.
Just as a before hand note: Part 2 is actually after Part 1. I had to post in a weird order so that the way I wrote this post would make logical sense. If you are waiting for part two please scroll down past part 1, you will see it there.
Before actually going on this adventure I had been talking to Tomo-san for a while about it. We originally planned to go earlier but the schedules of everyone involved hadn’t intersected at the correct time. Plus on one occasion Nakai-san was out of the country. Definitely not happening then.
Shinji-san, Tomo-san, and I made arrangements a couple of weeks ahead of time and it was totally worth it.
I quietly left the party for 30 minutes to photograph one of the most amazing parking lots I’ve ever seen. Full of Porsches that are gems of one mans fine hard work. The only thing to trump these internet sensations would be a meet of RWB Porsches, which I hope to see eventually one of these days. Continue reading