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About Kawasaki

So, picture this—I’m drivin’, late, lost in thought. Guy once told me—true story—about this gal in Philly, worked the streets, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’ red. Said she’d sing Sinatra to clients, off-key, made ‘em laugh. Ain’t that somethin’? Made me happy, thinkin’—people out there, livin’, hustlin’, got quirks. But then—bam—anger kicks in. The system, man, it screws ‘em over. No safety net, no way out—pisses me off.

An Insider Peep into Tokyo’s Secretive Red Light District: Then & Now

So, I’m standing there, trying to find a corner to prep my notes, and this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can you bless my toy?” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not a toy priest!” But I couldn’t say no. So, I blessed the toy. It was a dinosaur. A freakin’ dinosaur! I mean, who needs blessings more, a toy or a human?

Designer Naohiro Fujisaki walks us through his debut SS25 capsule with The North Face Urban Exploration