In a land where cute is unquestionably king, it makes some sort of sense, I suppose, that motorcycle sidecars shouldn’t be exempt.

Photographs from a small group of islands
When I first came to Tokyo, the city’s bright lights and busy streets were a huge draw; their fascinating mix of colour and confusion making them utterly irresistible and a constant delight.
But, as time has gone on, it’s the capital’s side streets that increasingly attract me, both for their character, and the characters that frequent them.

Away from Tokyo’s super busy and brand saturated shopping areas, there are countless little stores that don’t seem to have changed for years, decades even — both in appearance and personnel. And this place, on an old and semi-deserted shotengai, is certainly no different.
But, after originally taking the photo to capture the face of the old woman who owns it, on closer inspection, the shop’s poignant signs of the passage of time are almost as appealing.

With the picture taking pandemonium that is cherry blossom season now just around the corner, the beginning of March rather fortuitously offers the perfect opportunity for some practice on petals of the plum persuasion.
