Photographs from a small group of islands
When Friday night drinks run through to daylight on Saturday, it’s almost inevitable that things are going to get messy. And passing out drunk in a grubby little alleyway probably warrants a mention when it comes to messiness.
Although as desperate as her situation clearly was, there was possibly some consolation in the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one.
A meander of sorts in the company of a One Cup.
Old, very traditional food, made in an old, back to basics way in buckets on the street.
Much is often made of Tokyo’s modernity, along with its early adoption of new technology and trends. But that doesn’t really give a true image of the capital, or at least not a fully rounded one, as the simple act of entering a bar can often lead into a very different kind of environment indeed. Places where time appears to stand still, and any real sense of the fast moving metropolis beyond the four walls simply fades away.
More shots of this older, quieter side of Tokyo, can be seen on my portfolio site, here.
It’s sometimes said that the grubbier the place, the better the food, and if that is indeed the case, then this fella’s grilled chicken should be absolutely phenomenal.
Well, the calm and considerable smoke of an old Tokyo bar before opening.
