Marunouchi: Paris of the Orient
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This picture is crying out for people — but who? It looks like a set, like Disneyland, but no: it is Marunouchi, renaissance town. That corner across from Tokyo station that had been under development opened at some point. This is a pitch-perfect imitation bistro. Around the corner there is Coopers — “Gastro-pub with modern British foods.”
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Posted to Photographs • 2004.05.01 (Sat) • 00:13
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Posted by Lithium 2004.05.01, 02:30
Really nice, and so sweet…
Posted by Alex 2004.05.01, 03:03
The shop window behind this place reminds me of one of your earlier shots. It is hard to find a place so tranquil and empty. I really like the lighting.
Posted by Gerard 2004.05.01, 06:10
“picture”-perfect
There is perfect pitch which has to do with the ability to sing naturally on key and there is picture perfect
which your pictures always are.
Posted by Trevor 2004.06.01, 00:46
Just wondering have you got a “large” version of this, 2048 or there abouts, I’m looking for something to sketch or paint and I really like the lines and colours of this. It’s very West Bank, Paris stylee. Really, really nice.
Posted by dbeierl 2005.04.05, 08:58
I don’t know whether your comment set me up for it but I see eerie, not tranquil. It’s been a real privilege looking through your eyes just now (I’ve looked at most of these back through beginning of the year). I got no impression from the shed door picture and was unable to wait with it; my apologies. Of the others I’ve seen I feel refreshed and enriched by all except the subway/mailbox one which (this far from Japan) seems a bit grotesque. Thank you again.
Posted by jh 2005.04.05, 21:31
Absolutely no need to apologise: I’ve got my eyes and you’ve got yours — and I’m always up for a look through them.
I do agree, as it turns out, about the eerie feeling — but that’s part of what I liked about this view. We generally want for eerie in this prefabricated day and age. When you feel it, it’s a sign that your imagination is alive and well.
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