I’m torn between organizing photos of my trip to Tokyo thematically, as any good curator would, and taking the cowards way out and doing it chronologically. So I’m doing both: pictures of some days, combined with themes when they develop. I’ll start small, so as not to make you feel like you’re trapped in my living room watching slides – which, in a virtual sense, you are.
Our first destination was the hipster neighbourhood of Shimo-Kitazawa, the Hongdae of Tokyo (sorry for the obscure references.) It was a warren of small, well-paved streets lined with boutiques and bars. I liked it so much I went back a few days later. But this time, we just wandered a little, went for sushi and moved to the bustle of nearby Shinjuku:
Shinjuku was notable for its love hotels: this one was built to look like it’s falling down:
Below the hotels were impossibly-coiffured young guys, whom I first thought were hosts touting for women clients, but which I later read were recruiters: they wanted women to work in the hotels. We saw three of these women emerging from a basement love hotel, accompanying one nerdy-looking guy with lots of energy and money, apparently. There was definitely an energy in the neighbourhood, part cool and part seedy. Or maybe it was the full moon:
See? That wasn’t so bad. Keep reading.