For the last month, I have been preparing to leave Seoul for a destination unknown. As if moving from one foreign country to another is not enough, I have to go and add mystery and intrigue to an already challenging endeavor. I didn’t intend it that way; that’s just what life had in store for me.
After flirting with six cities on three separate continents, I finally have a destination. And as often happens in these cases, I have come full circle around the globe back to my original plan. It is no secret to anyone who has visited this space for the last year and a half that Japan stole my heart in a very big way. Since returning from Tokyo last October, Seoul has just not been the same. And so in two weeks time, I will be on my way back to Okinawa, Japan to spend a year or more with the sand and surf, riding bicycles and learning to sail, cooking with friends and exploring mainland Japan on the occasional weekend. After four years of futuristic, fast-paced megacities, it will be a welcome break from city living. With all the benefits of being in Japan.
On Sunday, I moved out of my beloved loft apartment in Sinchon. It’s been a faithful home for the last two years, and I took a deep breath when I took that last peek through the door before letting it close. Saturday night, a few friends gathered to wine up on the blue couch before it was taken away to Erik’s the next morning. I’ll have you know we gave that apartment a great send-off.
In the last two years, I have watched a lot through those windows. Car accidents, motorbike accidents, student protests, late night drunkards and my very favorite part: the Friday Night Apgujeong Riders, a group of tricked out motorcycles with multicolored lights and musical horns that come blazing past at 3am on the dot every Friday night. Even when they wake me up, they always make me giggle. I mean really. A horn that plays La Cucaracha in Korea.
I’ve seen countless sunsets, thunderstorms, snow storms and brilliant blue sky days. It being Seoul, I’ve also seen the apocalypse more times than I care to count, thanks to the immense amounts of air pollution both produced locally and imported from China. But through those big windows, whatever is going on outside in the skies takes on a magical, movie screen quality. I’ve become the fastest lens changer in the east, slamming on that wide angle every time the sky went magical on me. What I’ve collected in two years, I’ve put together for you on Vimeo. I hope you enjoy.
Apologies for the poor video quality, and let’s not discuss the sensor scob from my old D80 which makes a frequent cameo appearance. When I am feeling more perfectionistic and expert level at video output, I will upload a higher quality version. But if I tried to do that now, you would be seeing this sometime in 2012.