Minipig Cafe in Meguro

It’s a cafe with small pigs. They ran around like animals and snuggled into our legs. We also saw a cute shiba outside the cafe. Not a bad Wednesday night.

Stroll in Shinjuku

A friend came to visit Tokyo in late May and we took a stroll in Shinjuku. He shot film (with a Leica) and I shot with my Sony A7II. You could tell the difference between him—an experience photographer composing and watching a scene—and me—an amateur trying the old “spray and pray” technique. I think I got a few good shots. I always feel this pressure to show people a great time in Tokyo because people tend to have high expectations, but the best afternoons are always the ones where everyone kind of melts into the neighborhood and nothing really remarkable happens. This way, you’re able to just enjoy the city as it really is, as well as your company.

Sunday Lunch

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.




Sunday in Omotesando

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.