Walking in Ginza, the fella below was well aware of what I was up to, so as I went to shoot him, he just as quickly shot me a wonderfully cheeky, and suitably Sunday-like, grin.

Photographs from a small group of islands
Walking in Ginza, the fella below was well aware of what I was up to, so as I went to shoot him, he just as quickly shot me a wonderfully cheeky, and suitably Sunday-like, grin.

It’s hard to know if it was a visual or audio stimulant that prompted the expression below. And it’s similarly difficult to decipher what the actual emotion was. But what is for certain is that it was a decidedly intense one.


Japan may not have its own version of the NSA or GCHQ, but we are still being watched. And watched very carefully, too.

After his business went bang at the end of the bubble, this fella has become what countless millions of other Japanese men are — a salaryman. But, while he now takes orders and dons the de rigueur suit and tie, the glasses betray the far more free-spirited person within.
