Disappearing neighbourhoods, and neighbours…
Tokyo’s disappearing neighbourhoods
Utterly apathetic Japanese Where’s Waldo(s)?
Or indeed Where’s Wally? depending on which part of the world you are from. An interesting regional variation that presumably wouldn’t interest these two utterly indifferent dresser-uppers in the slightest.
Tokyo cowboy — revisited
About three and a half years ago, I took this photo of the terribly sad looking cowboy below. An image that at the time seemed much better suited to black and white.
Returning to it last week, however, when choosing photographs for my new portfolio site (leechapman.photos), I wasn’t nearly so certain that monochrome was the right choice. And, after re-editing it and seeing the poor fella’s forlorn face as I originally shot it, I became completely convinced that colour was actually the way to go. Still am in fact. But there again, what seems definitive now may clearly not be the case several more years down the line.
Come and give grandma a big kiss
Come on. Hurry up. Grandma’s waiting for a kiss.
Japanese man in a maid outfit playing the piano
Tokyo has a wonderful knack of throwing up surprises. Head out, walk for a good while, and very likely you’ll see something unusual — sometimes even unpleasant. Plus now and again, a quite unwelcome combination of the two.
The scene below, however, was more inexplicable than surprising. A young man wearing a maid outfit playing the piano in a tiny immigration museum. Something, it’s probably fair to say, that one doesn’t see everyday.
