At first, Kyoko Takenaka felt guilty about secretly recording men who approached in bars. While grabbing drinks in Washington, D.C., and New York City over the course of about seven years, the roaming filmmaker, actor, model, musician and performance artist used any audio-recording device they had on them, usually a phone, to document the myriad racist comments strangers forced upon them in private conversation. “Is this even OK for me to do?” Takenaka wondered at the time, knowing the men’s slurred, insensitive tangents would later be exposed in some way through their art. (“Your fac...