Japanese people love their seasons. The whole country goes absolutely batshit over the cherry blossoms in spring, and there’s almost the same intensity when it comes to Autumn. News channels painstakingly chart the changing of the leaves, while virtually every restaurant changes its menu to include earthy flavours in a million shades of brown.
Akibare is a really nice Japanese phrase. It literally means “fine autumn day”, and Tokyo does the term justice. In November the skies are clear and everyone seems to be in a good mood. I’ve been very, very busy lately which is always a good thing. I’ve been writing, drawing, exploring and simply enjoying living here. Not to sound like an ojiisan, but the weather really is glorious so I wanna make the most of it before the cold kicks in.
What’s not to love?
I’ve been eating out way, way too much. I blow a large percentage of my salary on food. Here I am queueing for ramen at Kiraku in Shibuya. Unfortunately the woman in the knitted orange hat and jacket didn’t have matching pants.
Worth the wait
11am brunch. Never too early for deep-fried chicken katsu.
Twig pasta. Well, technically spaghetti that has been fried instead of boiled. Weird.
Curry tonkotsu ramen from Chabuton. Milky white broth made from pork marrow bones which you then dump a frozen curry ball into. It dissolves to make a super rich soup.
The best doughnuts and coffee you will ever taste from Ikkyu in Shimokitazawa. The world needs to know about this place, seriously.
From Belfast to Tokyo via Amsterdam. A random visit from my friend Bryan who I used to work with years ago. He hangs around with Matt Damon now.
Any excuse for a walk in the park. Autumn means leaves and leaves means kids collecting leaves. Not a bad way to spend the morning, especially when you’re getting paid for it.
The clear nights have meant lots of BMX. I blew my front tyre about 30 minutes after I took this photo. Meh.
I got lost, which is always my intention when I cycle. But I found this super cute Japanese house somewhere in Daitabashi.
Shimokita, mental as ever.
David Lynch’s retrospective exhibition opened at the Laforet. Great to see, but somehow not as good as his smaller, free show in Shibuya a few months back. I did like some of his art, but it’s not patch on his directing.
Aida Makoto’s exhibition at the Mori on the other hand was mindblowing. Creativity overload.
The Christmas lights are back. It’s Christmassy and sparkly at Midtown.
And Fuji-San is still protecting the city.