Stories in Tokyo, and How to Really Begin Describing a City

There’s a certain sound a Japanese city makes. It scrapes along the roads, pulling up the great arms of freeways that rope over each other. It echoes across the miles of concrete towers. It’s in the sirens, it’s in the cars, it’s in the endless rain and the wind launching from the Ocean. After four … More Stories in Tokyo, and How to Really Begin Describing a City

Art on the Magic Island: Naoshima, Japan’s best thing you’ve never heard of

Japan’s best places, I’m increasingly beginning to realize, have a knack for separating you from the pace and flux of the normal, globalized world. This week, I got to experience that all over again with Naoshima. Where Nara distorts your sense of time, Naoshima distorts your sense of place—maybe it’s Japan, maybe it’s California, maybe … More Art on the Magic Island: Naoshima, Japan’s best thing you’ve never heard of

And I Never Got that Photo: Nara’s subtle, wavering magic

The day I went to Nara was probably the first day I’ve been glad that Japan is raining. The rain made everything feel close, intimate, with locals huddling together under market stalls, deer huddling under trees, at the very same time it was giving it a distant, picturesque feel. Lakes had shivering reflections, temples and … More And I Never Got that Photo: Nara’s subtle, wavering magic