Photographs from a small group of islands
Coming of age in Britain, Japan’s comparatively carefree licensing laws were nothing short of a revelation when I first arrived in Tokyo. All-nighters suddenly became nothing special, and a similarly lengthy daytime session could pretty much start whenever. No infuriating breaks for archaic post-lunch closing either. And yet all that said, and no matter how much fun it can be, nothing quite beats the relaxed beauty of a few well earned beers on a weekend afternoon.
Budgerigars are lovely little things. Affectionate. Funny. Even capable of uttering four letter words. The only trouble is they can’t be taken out and about, restricting all such interaction to inside the home.
Or at least that’s what I always thought. Quite wrongly as it turns out. As they can in fact be taken cycling.
Walking.
And even shopping.
A look that was pretty much as dismissive as I was indiscreet.
Tokyo isn’t exactly the prettiest city in the world, and part of that is due to its complete mishmash of architecture. The traditional and modern. Beautiful and carbuncle. All haphazardly mixed throughout the capital.
Like these hugely contrasting homes for example. A character-filled but unappealing old place, and its infinitely more comfortable, but entirely characterless, modern cousins.
