Tokyo — As I walk toward him, he turns and makes eye contact, then blinks furiously and faces the tracks. The crowd parts for a second and I am able to see him in profile. On top of his shaved head rests a th...
Baltimore — A fireplace, set in the same marble as the counter, dominates the back of the room and the hundreds of bottles clustered on it and around it glitter in the semi-darkness. Above, stretching to the high...
Kita ward — The station is chaos. Somewhere upstream someone has either fallen or thrown themselves on the tracks, the official language is notoriously obtuse in these circumstances, and we ride the trickle-down ...
The counter is massive. Its scarred face gleams in the soft yellow light of the chandelier above.
Please stand back from the edge. Please be mindful of the yellow line. Please form a queue. Please be patient.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.