Tokyo Times

I’ve photographed this wonderfully old and dated Tokyo shopping arcade before, and the last frame in this series is from my first visit several years ago. However, with Tokyo changing so fast, heading back and spending a bit more time there felt like a must. These new shots then (along with that aforementioned earlier one) are the results of a recent visit. I spent about half an hour there, the bulk of that time waiting for people to pass through, as perhaps unsurprisingly, it’s not exactly the busiest of places.

Best of all though was seeing and chatting to the old lady setting up her little bar for the day. Now in her 80s, she’s still running the business she opened back when the arcade was built in the mid 1970s. Looking at the area now, the changes she must have seen are hard to grasp, and yet at the same time, in regards to her day to day life, nothing much seems to have changed at all.

After many years here I’d like to think I know Tokyo fairly well, but with the Japanese capital being so sprawling and vast, it’s really only possible to know parts of it. Even then, turning a previously unseen corner can result in new discoveries, and the market below is one such example, as unbeknownst to me until recently, it’s not far at all from where I live.

It has been operational since 1963, and back then, with all the stalls open for business, it must have been a genuinely bustling little spot. Nowadays, however, it’s quite a different story, with only a few surviving places and a lot of it long shuttered up. The combination of which makes it a fascinating place to see and photograph. A small slice of the past that’s still just about surviving in the present.

Broken and long-unused old vending machines never fail to fascinate me. Their dated designs are undeniably a key part of that, but perhaps more than anything, it’s the way they still stand ready despite being unplugged and lacking any items for purchase. Almost like they are waiting, just in case they are called upon one last time.

Of course they never will be, and slowly but surely they are being removed, their almost sentry-like lives finally coming to a close. Below then are a couple of relatively recent finds, along with a selection of my favourites from over the years. Some revisited and re-shot, whereas others have been reworked. A small homage of sorts to these objects that somehow feel way more than mere metal boxes.

Looking at old photos is something I find infinitely fascinating. The combination of photography and history is utterly irresistible, and for me at least that’s especially true when it comes to images from Japan. However, despite having spent the last two decades here, when peering into the country’s past, it invariably has the feel of a completely different world — particularly so the further one goes back. That said, the one thing that always strikes me, and this is the case wherever the images are from, is the impossible to escape thought that all the people in the photos are now dead. Something I discussed recently with a friend, and it was reassuring to know it isn’t just me who sees things like this, although at the same time I have no idea how common such thoughts actually are.

The reason I mention this is that due to the older areas of Tokyo I like to photograph, along with the individuals I’m often drawn to, that element of looking back at people no longer alive has started to become a reality in my own work. A generation of buildings and their residents are rapidly disappearing, so what initially started out as simply photographing what interests me, has unintentionally evolved into a document of not only a disappearing way of life, but also a disappearance of actual lives. An unexpected outcome that is incredibly sobering, resulting in images that now mean far more to me than I ever imagined they would. Small documents that have become like those aforementioned historical photos, only these ones are not only form a world I know, but one that in many ways I’m a part of.

All of which I hope makes some kind of sense. A rather long-winded meander trying to make a point that the photographs manage more poignantly. So here they are. More than likely only a small selection of what I have, but from a mixture of conversations and messages, I’ve since found out that the people below are sadly no longer with us.