Photographs from a small group of islands
Baseball caps or warmer woolly affairs in winter are all well and good, but there’s definitely a certain something about a few of the more traditional forms of headwear — items that somehow hark back to a bygone era, when society and sensibilities were slightly different.
Or especially dissimilar in fact in some circumstances.
When sending a mail or surfing the net on a cell phone, a cigarette, it seems,
is suitably satisfying.
Considering that Yoyogi Park’s much-pictured rockabilly dancers were one of the first things I ever saw in Tokyo, the disappointment of slowly finding out that all the city’s green spaces aren’t frequented by phenomenally quiffed fruggers has been decidedly difficult to deal with to say the least; however, on a recent Sunday saunter around Harajuku, it was nice to see that despite a certain amount of posturing,
posing,
and meticulous preparation,
the practice is not only ongoing, but is still, above everything else, focused very much on fun.
Along with the habit of happily flaunting far from fashionable fashion,
and more than a fair bit of flamboyance.
Another day, another delivery, so it’s once again time to straddle the trusty Honda Super Cub and bike around Tokyo’s labyrinth-like and likely busy backstreets.
After a working week spent crammed onto commuter trains and buffeted around Tokyo’s busy streets, some salarymen it seems like nothing better than securing a secluded stretch of the river and enjoying a serene spot of fishing.
Along with some much needed ‘me time’.
Maybe.