Photographs from a small group of islands
Tokyo doesn’t exactly have a glut of greenery, and a good deal of what there is has a ban on barbecues, so, when a spot of outdoor dining is desired, compromises sometimes have to be made when it comes to conditions and copious amounts of concrete.
This man gave us fire.
But, if I hadn’t been watching, and instead had been walking, I’d have feasibly got a far better photo of this other fella’s much more enthralling fashion.
His goldfish bowl earrings in particular garnering envious.
Or just plain aghast.
Glances.
Yesterday was blistering, a bona fide belter, but today, on a national holiday named Shubun no Hi (Autumnal Equinox Day), it’s suitably cooler and comfortingly less clammy.
Plus, regardless of how warm it will once again get, there are now some serious signs that fall isn’t all that far away.
After more than ten years in Tokyo, and even though coming across one really isn’t that uncommon, the sight of a kimono is still something quite special: a window to another world perhaps, or at least a glimpse into one that has long since gone.
Kimono and ocarina combinations on the other hand are considerably less common.
The surprising sight and sound of which was not only pleasing for those passing by.
But also the immaculately clothed player herself.
A terrific triple whammy of traditional togs, tools and techniques.
