How We Used to Talk

Twenty years ago I said goodbye to a roommate who was a study abroad student from Japan as he left the university to open an ice cream truck in Tokyo. He was the wildest person I ever met and am positive didn't speak English at the time. I was able to get him to a back alley payphone in Tokyo to talk. Here it is-in all it's awkward glory.
He made a mini doc on the payphone and getting it fixed. It lives in my Patreon for now  until it's able to be publicly available. 

Two brothers talk over a hotel lobby payphone in St. Charles, MO. about AA anonymity, their 24 hour phone free social club and the relentless generational shift in US culture. 

Artists discuss the shipping frustrations of our current climate on payphones across the globe

Art is the same in America as it is in Africa. They will always be symbiotic. 

Political pendulum swings on a payphone in Kigali 

Clip from my white lotus winter man of mystery from Portugal on a payphone in Osaka 

Checking in our San Juan Springbreak troublemakers 

Clip from our Springbreakers in San Juan 

Today we connect with an artist in Rwanda I have never spoken to. Him and I have been involved in an international art scheme and will tell you all about it. Also, what it truly is like to make art nowadays.

We connect to a payphone on an Osaka street corner in Japan to touch base with someone I met briefly only once in Porto for a coin fueled conversation about Hokkaido's version of perfect peace to Wu- Tang covers just like how we used to talk.