Photographs from a small group of islands
Old men peeing in public aren’t an especially unusual sight in Tokyo, and in many cases it’s totally understandable as, when you have to go, you sometimes really have to go.
This fella, on the other hand, didn’t desperately need to urinate. Not in the slightest.
Instead, he just really wanted a shave. And an incredibly leisurely, self-indulgent shave at that.
With rainy season’s miserable grey skies, disheartening drizzle and dreaded rise in humidity, an escape of some sort is often sorely needed. Sometimes it’s even essential. And what better than to swap the dark, dampness of the city’s dismal looking streets, with the far more comforting darkness of a tiny Tokyo bar?
The formal — not to mention timeless — beauty of an official Japanese wedding photograph. All perfectly choreographed in the equally timeless and beautiful surroundings of a Tokyo shrine.
And shopping.
Inappropriately named buildings, and in particular apartment blocks, are common in Tokyo. Invariably in a foreign language, they are presumably designed to give the structure a certain amount of style and modernity. Possibly even sophistication. A peculiar practice I personally gained experience of very soon after arriving here, as the first place I properly called my own was somewhat ludicrously called, Maison D’or. The monicker so utterly unsuited to the obscenely cold, one step above camping accommodation it actually was, that simply just Maison would have been overly grand.
And yet even that arguably pales into insignificance when compared with this preposterously named place.
