Earlier this year, along with a dozen other filmmakers Paolo, Lisa and nephew Max came from LA to Tokyo and ran a one day film workshop—a day in the life of the city.

After plotting routes and planning teams, each filmmaker was met at a strategic point to then shoot a minute of film, editing in-camera. From 12am until 11:59pm the next day, the meandering creep through town took in the sights of Harajuku Ice Cream, Baseball, guerrilla protests, and the driverless Monorail. A second afternoon a few weeks later was spent making opening titles and end credits that were processed in a makeshift lab and then dried on the street outside.

Wim Wenders would be proud of Tokyo, the city stuck in it’s own form of purgatory, circa 1985.