KOJI NAKASATO
่กใๆญฉใใชใใใๆฅๅธธใฎไธญใซๅใใใฆใใพใๅฐใใชๅบๆฅไบใใไบบใฎๆฐ้ ใฎ็่ทกใๆฎใ็ถใใฆใใใ
็งใ่ๅณใๆใฃใฆใใใฎใฏใๆฑบๅฎ็ใช็ฌ้ใ็นๅฅใชๅบๆฅไบใงใฏใชใใ
่ชฐใใ้ใ้ใใๅพใฎ่ทฏๅฐใ
ไฝฟใใใชใใชใฃใๆค
ๅญใ
้จไธใใใฎใขในใใกใซใใซๆฎใๅ
ใ
ไบบใ
ใฎๅถใฟใฎไธญใซ้ใใซๆฎใใใ็่ทกใ
ใใใใไฝๆฐใชใ้ขจๆฏใฎไธญใซใฏใใใฎๅ ดๆใง็ใใไบบใ ใฎ่จๆถใๆๆ ใๅฎฟใฃใฆใใใใใซๆใใ
ไธปใชๆฎๅฝฑในใฟใคใซใฏ่ทฏไธๅ็ใ
28mmใ35mmใฎใฌใณใบใ็จใใ่กใจ้ฉๅบฆใช่ท้ขใไฟใกใชใใใใใฎๅ ดใฎ็ฉบๆฐใๆ้ใฎๆตใใ่จ้ฒใใฆใใใ
ๅ็ใฏ้ๅปใไฟๅญใใใใใฎ้ๅ ทใงใใใจๅๆใซใ่ฆ้ใใใใฆใใพใๆฅๅธธใ่ฆใคใ็ดใใใใฎๆๆฎตใงใใใใ
็งใฎๅ็ใฏไฝใใ่ชฌๆใใใใใงใฏใชใใ่ฆใไบบใใใใใฎ่จๆถใๆๆ ใจ้ใใซ้ใชใใใจใ้กใฃใฆใใใ
I walk the streets, photographing small events and traces of human presence that often disappear into the fabric of everyday life.
What interests me is not the decisive moment or the extraordinary event.
A narrow alley after someone has passed through.
An abandoned chair.
Light lingering on wet asphalt after the rain.
Quiet traces left behind by the rhythms of ordinary lives.
Within these seemingly unremarkable scenes, I sense the memories and emotions of those who once occupied these spaces.
My work is rooted in street photography. Working primarily with 28mm and 35mm lenses, I maintain a natural distance from the city while recording its atmosphere and the passage of time.
Photography is not only a means of preserving the past, but also a way of rediscovering the everyday moments that often go unnoticed.
My photographs are not intended to explain. Instead, I hope they quietly resonate with the memories, emotions, and experiences of each viewer.
็งใ่ฆใฆใใใฎใฏใใใฎๅๅฐใซ็ฉใฟ้ใชใฃใ่ฒๅฝฉใ ใฃใใ
่กใๆญฉใใชใใ็ฎใซใใ่ฒใ
ๅฃ้ขใซๆฎใ่ฒใ
ๅ
ใซใใฃใฆๅคๅใใ่ฒใ
ๆ้ใฎ็ต้ใซใใฃใฆ่คชใใฆใใ่ฒใ
ใใใใฏๅใชใ่ฆ่ฆ็ใช่ฆ็ด ใงใฏใชใใ
ใใฎๅๅฐใง็ใใไบบใ ใฎๅถใฟใ่จๆถใๆๅใๆญดๅฒใ้ทใๆ้ใใใใฆๅ ็ฉใใ็่ทกใงใใใ
็งใซใฏใใใใใใพใใงๅฐๅฑคใฎใใใซ่ฆใใใ
ใใฎใทใชใผใบใฏใขใกใชใซใจใใๅฝใ่จ้ฒใใใใฎใงใฏใชใใ
่ฒๅฝฉใฎไธญใซๅ ็ฉใใๆ้ใ่ฆใคใใๅ็็พคใงใใใ
Americans Color Palette ใฏใใขใกใชใซใฎ้ขจๆฏใงใฏใชใใใขใกใชใซใซๅ ็ฉใใใ่ฒๅฝฉใฎๅฐๅฑคใใๅใใใใฎใงใใใ
What drew my attention was the accumulation of color embedded within the landscape.
Colors encountered while walking the streets.
Colors lingering on walls.
Colors transformed by light.
Colors faded by the passage of time.
These are more than visual elements.
They are traces of lives lived, memories formed, cultures shaped, and histories layered over time.
To me, they appeared like geological strata.
This series is not a document of America as a nation.
Rather, it is a meditation on time as it settles into color.
Americans Color Palette is not a portrait of the American landscape, but of the layers of color that have accumulated within it.
NEW YORK ~Americans color pallet~
ใ้ชใจๅขจใใฏใๅญๅจใฎๅฏฟๅฝใ่ฆณๅฏใใใใใฎๅ็ไฝๅใงใใใ
้ชใฏใใใใฆๆถใใฆใใใใฎใ
่จๆถใๆฐ้ ใ้ขไฟๆงใใใใฆไบบใฎ็่ทกใ
ๅขจใฏใๆฎใ็ถใใใใฎใ
ๅถๅบฆใๆง้ ใ้ฝๅธใใใใฆไบบ้ใฎๆๅฟใๅฎ็ใใ็่ทกใ
้ฝๅธใฎไธญใงใฏใๆถใใใใฎใจๆฎใใใฎใ้ฃใๅใฃใฆๅญๅจใใฆใใใ
ๆฌไฝใฏใใใฎ้ขจๆฏใ้ใใฆใไบบ้ใฎๅญๅจใๆ้ใฎไธญใงใฉใฎใใใซๅคๅใใฆใใใฎใใ่ฆใคใใฆใใใ
ใ้ชใจๅขจใใฏใใไฝใๆถใใไฝใๆฎใใฎใใใงใฏใชใใใใชใใใใฏๆถใใใชใใใใฏๆฎใใฎใใใ่ฆณๅฏใใใใใฎใใญใธใงใฏใใงใใใ
Snow / Ink is a photographic project that examines the lifespan of existence.
Snow represents what eventually disappears:
memories, atmospheres, relationships, and traces of human presence.
Ink represents what remains:
systems, structures, cities, and the marks left behind by human intention.
Within the city, what fades and what endures exist side by side.
Through these landscapes, the work observes how human presence is transformed over time.
Snow / Ink is not concerned with what disappears and what remains, but rather with a different question:
Why do some things fade away, while others persist?
TOKYO ~้ชใจๅขจใSnow/Ink
ๅ็้ใNewYorkใ
ใใฎๅ็้ใฏใใใฅใผใจใผใฏใงๅบไผใฃใใใใใใชๅบๆฅไบใๅ้ฒใใใใฎใงใใใ
่กใๆญฉใใฆใใใจใใตใจ่ถณใๆญขใใ็ฌ้ใใใใ
ๅ ใ้ใชใ็ฌ้ใ
ไบบใจไบบใใใ้ใ็ฌ้ใ
่ชฐใใฎๅญๅจใๆใใ็่ทกใ
ใใใใฏ็นๅฅใชๅบๆฅไบใงใฏใชใใ
ใใใใใใฎ็ฌ้ใซใใๅญๅจใใชใ้ขจๆฏใงใใใ
ใใฅใผใจใผใฏใฏ็ตถใใๅคๅใ็ถใใ่กใ ใ
ใ ใใใใใใใฎๆฅใใใฎๅ ดๆใใใฎๆ้ใซใใ็พใใชใๅ ๆฏใใใใ
ๆฌไฝใฏใใใใชๆฅๅธธใฎไธญใซๅใใใฆใใพใๅฐใใชๅบๆฅไบใๆพใ้ใใๅ็้ใงใใใ
This photobook is a collection of small moments encountered in New York.
While walking through the city, there are times when something quietly stops me in my tracks.
A fleeting convergence of light.
A brief crossing of paths between strangers.
A trace that suggests someone's presence.
These are not extraordinary events.
Yet they are scenes that exist only in that particular moment.
New York is a city in constant transformation.
Because of this, there are sights that appear only on a specific day, in a specific place, at a specific time.
This work gathers those small moments that would otherwise disappear into the flow of everyday life.