Shot and edited with my phone.
Bought a new little camera. And I mean little.
Went out for lunch with the X100F, which is now my primary camera. January in Tokyo is far colder than I remember. One of my favorite places is called Aokati Coffee Roasters in Kanagawa (southwest Tokyo). It’s a small place away from the station (which has me a little worried about its longevity). The neighborhood is dead quiet and the harsh winter air is still keeping people indoors.
Fortunately, the cafe is worth the trek. Every little detail of the shop is perfectly Japanese; that is, every detail has been thought through, from the color scheme to the lighting down to the cup that holds the sugar for the coffee. It’s an oasis of beautiful details in an otherwise empty, quiet neighborhood. Please enjoy, and if you’re around, please visit.
I don’t know why I’ve been on a French kick lately, but here we have another French type of neighborhood in central Tokyo. Kagurazaka has more French restaurants than any other neighborhood in Tokyo, and many French speakers around. Saw a fancy schmancy shrine, a cat on a roof, a nice bridge, and lots of old street that haven’t been renovated since the days of Edo.
Omotesando (Oh-moh-tay-sawn-doh) is Tokyo’s best impression of Paris, France.
From the design of neighborhood, to the fashionable locals, to the sheer number of bakeries, cafes, and crêperies, Omotesando is a haven for Japanese Francophiles. Subsequently, it is also some of the most expensive real estate in the city.
It’s a wonder how some shops survive. Pictured below, you will see a bright red scooter from a scooter rental shop. Fashionable, playful, extravagant, costly—when in Rome.
Walking through the station, you pass about a dozen places selling croque monsieur sandwiches, pastries, pastel green and pink candies, and coffeehouses powered by shiny silver espresso machines. This is not an ordinary train station.
At the surface, you are greeted with long, tree-lined streets. Behind the world class brands and the rush of tourists that line the main streets, however, lies the back streets, and a decidedly different vibe.
When I visited, the weather was cold enough for a jacket but not too cold that you found yourself needing to rush inside after 20 minutes. I watched young families amble along the street and twenty-somethings duck in and out of the endless selection of high-fashion boutiques, art galleries, salons, and specialty restaurants (tea, crepes, croissants, molecular gastronomy).
I tried to catch a few faces and a few alleyways. In surveying the shots I took, I didn’t come up with a lot of keepers, though I had a great time. C'est la vie.