At a youthful 24, the man below opened a little izakaya (Japanese bar) in a suburb of western Tokyo. A simple affair selling equally simple fare. And remarkably, 50 years down the line, they are both still there. Still with the same setup too. Only the faces have changed.
The relative cold and heavy showers may not have been ideal, but, when it comes to last beers under the cherry blossoms, it takes way more than that to deter most people.
So beers were drunk. Good times were had.
And cheeky looks were happily exchanged.
An old school setting for some cigarettes and salty soul food.
Like many residents of Tokyo, this young fella wasn’t born in the capital. Instead, he came here to make a living out of what he loves most – music.
Up to now, however, that hasn’t worked out, and instead he’s delivering leaflets for a pizza company; spending what little money he has on booze and a bit of light relief. But hopefully one day he’ll make it, or if not, at least more money.