Pictures, feelings and fictions from my summer trip in Japan.

mardi 22 novembre 2011

People in streets - part 1

Mamoru  was wandering if she would have lunch with him tomorrow. Maybe he would ask her, finally. Maybe he would dare.

 Day after day he had  looked at her, noticing her tastes about makis, onigiris and weeds salad.
 He used to prepare some in his own bento box now.  Every day since she had smiled to him in the elevator. 

 He sighed and waited for the train to pass.

Yellow head and yellow foot, black trousers and confidence, they look ahead, certain of being young and smart, nice and tasty. 

Proud yellow boys of Shibuya.

Orange girls in golden stairs.

Staring at people like cats staring at mice. Cold, calculating, judging little girls with apricot cheekbones. Black eyed and long legged, what will they be in a few years? Elegant students and charming fiancées?  Powerful women and accomplished mothers? 

Will they remember that once, they were crowned Shibuyettes at the 109?

dimanche 6 novembre 2011


When I first read William Gibson « Neuromancer », I thought the capsule-bed were so weird and SF style. The way you could steal electricity from the green light from the ceiling for your computer, and all technologic details were so cool! We didn’t try the capsule-bed in Tokyo, but near the port of Kagoshima, in the South. 
More human, hey? Not a plastic door but a curtain, and a nice and full-equiped kitchen outside the dormitory. I did sleep really well in my small capsule, on my small futon!

 Japanese policeman doing his job. Don’t drive too fast on the highway, unless you want to hear long moralising speech, or seduce a young policeman…

Open space, lost space, empty space, strange space. A space between. A time between. Something is over, something to begin. Something was here, something will be. Someday.

Lonely man in a crowded town. I can only imagine things about him, of course. Where he goes, what he does for living, his family, his former life, his old friends, his lost memory… I think this man would have been a hero in Tokyo Godfathers…

“As French people love their car, Japanese people love bicycle. They ride on the pavement, less dangerous ( for the riders). They have what we call girl-bikes, without this horizontal bar which makes man-bikes, in France. They can ride with an open umbrella, like Mary Poppins. When they’re tired of riding bicycle, they park it on the pavement and  forget  it here. It creates some nice piles, quickly rusty. “ Freely translated from “le Kimono Décousu”, by Jean Pinquié. 
So true !

Room. Gain room, get room, save room. Be smart.

Plastic Derby.

Records Shop in a building. You get the lift, like you go home or visit a friend, then you find the small flat shop where two thousands records are waiting for the collector. In any building can be your dream.

Okobo. For maiko- apprentice geisha. The color will change according you’re newer maiko or experienced one, soon to become a geisha – red to yellow.