Tokyo, you know, it’s like this. After I’ve been there 48 hours I start to go crazy, and there’s this question: how do the people manage? I mean the lousy weather and the endless concrete and the absence of silence, never a rest for the eyes or ears either, and the crowds and the crowds and the crowds.
But then, when I haven’t been to Tokyo for a year or so, I start to think of the nice people and the food and drink and intensity and good times and cool stores, and most of all the dazzling fact that it does manage, gets through each day to the next. Then I start thinking about how I can manage my next visit, because I miss it.
I’ve written before: Tokyo doesn’t need me to understand it and doesn’t need me to like it and at the end of the day it doesn’t need me to be there. Which is one reason I like it, but I won’t ever understand it; that’s another reason to like it.
Pix Pix Pix · Whatever you may feel about the place, pro or con, there’s no denying that it’s a photographer’s paradise. I took a ton, and I’ll run one or two a day here for the next little while, with words too.