Contemporary social critique-cum-Surrealistic poetry, courtesy of Atsushi:

Now, it is the photograph of the place of work which I am committing. It is a YAMAHA (highest-class company in Japan) kitchen-utensils catalog. However, this photograph is art. It is because there is neither minerals nor a feeling of emotion. It does not get used to the mind which lives in such a house. Yes.

My favorite bar-slash-gallery-slash-hole-in-the-wall…

We were sitting on the first floor for once. An artist (who had
apparently had one beer too many) needed to hang her art, with
obviously little idea on how to go at it… So I ended up stapling
pictures to the wall for half an hour…

The pictures were pretty cool, and this place is definitely my
favorite in the city.

BTW, I opened Pandora’s box n gave Kate access to the Keitai Logs (cf 2 posts below). I foresee much abuse of course and until I set up my system to identify authors, one should assume by default that any X-rated material or pictures otherwise disparagingly portraying the author of this blog are her’s.

It feels kind of strange: I’ve not been in Japan so long and I already attend friend’s weddings… Komei is one of the people I have known the longest in Tokyo and a truly great guy. Best wishes to him and Karine!

One of the first handmade fanart I ever got…
not counting pin-riddled voodoo dolls of course…

Getting GPS positioning for Sunday’s party spot in Yoyogi　
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