Five years and five days had passed when I revisited this page earlier this month. In the interim, a lot changed: Technology, Tokyo, me. I threw away boxes and boxes full of old negatives, I let my domain name lapse and never looked back at my photo sharing accounts.
I wanted to erase my digital footprint. But before terminating my server I discovered my “gallery” folders and was impressed–not so much by the photos (which were surprisingly better than I remembered) but at the fact that they lived on, beyond me. In various clouds I found other images from devices thrown away long ago. For reasons unknown to myself, I pulled my finger away from the kill switch and let the photos here see daylight again.
So bear with me as I resuscitate this dusty platform and add more things new and old to it. I promise to myself there will be no photos of food or cats (except for a very infrequent few) and no “thumbs up” button. If you happen to find this place, feel free to wander around and make yourself at home. The Tokyo here is an open city.
At gallery WZP (with zakka+) from Dec. 05, 2009.
71-7 Ichigaya-yakuojicho, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo
Ushigomidai Mansion 304
I’ve just come back to Tokyo and it’s not the same place I left. I remember warm days and cool nights. Now it’s just hot, hotter than Surabaya or Bali, and muggy to boot. Outside, the late-night whistler has stopped–maybe driven from his balcony by the heat–and a bar has opened a couple of doors down. Meanwhile “Pour Annick,” the pricey furniture shop that set the mood for this neighborhood has closed (there’s a sign announcing it will reopen on the Internet) and I spotted two more buildings on my street with white placards announcing their coming demolition. All that in barely three weeks.
On Java I rode a Vespa and a horse. On Bali I spent a day looking for hula-hoops and another trying to coax two big African dogs on a pair of teak lounge chairs. I also got caught in the crush at the immense royal cremation, that Seth Mydans wrote about it here.
I’ll have photos up soon, either here or on flickr.
I”ll be on the road for a while so I probably will not be updating this site until the middle of July. See you then. Cheers!
Perhaps I’ve been reading and watching too many Japanese detective mysteries. When I saw this taxi in Kamakura recently, I immediately imagined a role for each of the people inside: a dying old man, wealthy; a spoiled son from a first marriage and the old man’s scheming, much younger wife; and a family attorney out to get what he can from all. A fairly common plot, I’ll agree.
Nevertheless, I’ve added the photo above and several more into the gallery a certain tokyo.
I’m in the Philippines right now, so I may not be posting for a few days.