Sheer soccer jacket, polo shirt, Bermuda pants. And sneakers. It was Kaoru's style that she didn't spend time with T-shirts, shorts, and bees just because she was a surfer.
I surfed all day, went to Tokyo in the evening, and came back to Kamakura at dawn to sleep,
Wake up and check the waves. Even in such a morning, Kaoru wore a trench coat and brushed her teeth in the sea.
Even when I surf in Seychelles, I bring a collared shirt, pants, and an espadry. I thought it was normal to dress up at dinner time.
From the late 60s to the 70s, we have been wearing Levise 501 since then. And with the old Aloha, he saw us from Shonan, and Mr. Gen of the lunch (the boss of the Hollywood lunch market, Mr. Taruigengen) may have loved us. Speaking of which, what was interesting about Kaoru was that she didn't wear any underwear under her jeans. I guess that was his philosophy.
When I took this photo, developed the film, and made a print in a dark room, Devil Nishioka saw the finished print and said, "Let me print it too," so I let him use it with negative in the stretching machine. Ra, "Tai-chan, how about this?" It doesn't matter how many minutes he can soak in the developing liquid or how many minutes he can soak in the stop liquid. I don't care at all about unevenness, and it turns into art. That's Devil's style.
They didn't get along well with each other, but for some reason, they were connected in a place like this. From my point of view, there was something that glowed equally sensually.
We always played with something like that and had a session.
The photo was posted in "Kaoru Ohno Badfish".
