TCP11 - North Yaesu

An old man, a salaryman nearing retirement, enters a modern Italian cafe. With a smile, he glances around for patrons he might know, for his people. He finds a few friendly faces at the other end of the cafe, he waves to them with two fingers extend and nods a warm hello as he approaches the counter. The barista greets him with a pleasant, welcoming look on his face.

"it's been a while."

"indeed... give me a hot one."

They chat and joke and laugh, the old man takes his coffee to a table. He sips slowly from the steaming cup, enjoying each and every drop. He loves this cafe, the barista and the perfection with which he sculpts espresso. He rolls up the sleeves of his white collared shirt, fanning off the humid rainy season heat with a tropical themed paper fan as he flips through the pages of a travel magazine.

H2DAC 100.

H2DAC 99. (cocoa version)

TCP10 - Keio Line

A rookie salaryman riding the dreary morning rush-hour train on his way to the office sits quietly and calmly, surrounded by sleeping passengers. He procures a pad and pen from his black briefcase and begins to draw with the utmost technique, emotion and beauty. The power of his passion reaches out from his pad, gently lifting the eyelids of his slumbering neighbors, and inviting them into the limitless world of the page. He creates absolute rapture effortlessly, his surrounding spectators observing in awe.

H2DAC99. (red tint and blue deleter version)

TCP09 - West Shinjuku

An old man, grey hair roughly slicked back, finds a seat on the curb shaded partially from the day's heat by the awning of an electronics shop and the fresh green leaves of a graffitied tree. His legs casually crossed and the sleeves of his blue collared uniform rolled up, he leans back, propped up leisurely on one hand and takes a few hits from a can of beer held in the other, and observes the surrounding lunchtime chaos. He checks his watch and tilts his head back, out of the shade and into the sun, soaking it all in as he stares into the heavens, his eyes closed and his weathered face sharing an unbreakable grin.

H2DAC 99.

a line of people waiting for __________________.

TCP08 - East Shinjuku

A parade of umbrellas spanning and multiplying upon the full spectrum of the rainbow passing below the 2nd floor cafe window before her, she sits quietly, the sole participant of an empty bar. Her legs crossed and hidden under a free-flowing black skirt countered by an orderly and professional dress shirt, she sits, perhaps completely oblivious to the grand polkadotted sea beyond the window, emerssed in, enthraled by, travelling through the stories of a newspaper, the pages of which have been backlit, illuminated, graced by the sole ray of sun offered by the magnificent grey-collaged sky of the rainy day.

TCP07 - Toei Shinjuku Line

A young woman smiling vibrantly with tan skin and brown wavy hair, wearing a jean skirt and a purple t-shirt partially hidden by a black cardigan, stumbles aboard the morning train after her lover, falling into his chest, into his arms. Embraced, in love, she stands there serenely, as calmly as though time had stopped, her sparkling eyes staring up into his, forever grateful to the moment, forever grateful to life.

Man Playing A Video Game

On a crowded train a man is completely immersed in a video game. He takes deep breaths as he holds his phone tightly. He tries desperately to pass the level with a similar intensity to a sportsman down by a few points near the end of a match. His thumb taps the center key. He mumbles to himself. He kicks back his head and violently runs his hand through his thick hair. He sighs. He looks away and then quickly back to the tiny screen. He clicks his tongue. He mumbles. He places his hand on his face. He moans. He grits his teeth. He shakes his head rapidly. Its just not working out for him today.

98.

TCP06 - Keio Line

A man, perhaps in his late twenties, makes his way aboard the train entangled in the flow of rush hour human traffic and finds a seat in the priority section. He wears sneakers, basic blue jeans, and a forest green polo, buttoned to the top with a blue and white striped towel draped over the collar. His hair is a short and messy nest of pitch blackness, countered and amplified by his ghostly pale complexion. He gazes, with his glossy and dazed, perhaps sedated eyes, around the crammed train and out its windows, fidgeting constantly, never finding comfort, never finding satisfaction. The train is relatively silent, practically void of human noise, his neighboring passengers hiding in forced hibernation as they try to ignore his constant ramblings, a schizophrenic opera accompanied by a symphony of whirring engines and clicking tracks as the train makes its way through the city.

"Oh no, I missed my train...

What am I supposed to do now?!

...

My god, there isn't anything I can do, is there?"

H2DAC 97.

TCP05

A middle-aged office lady, adorned head to toe in a delicate dark brown to beige gradation of casual business elegance, makes her way through the perpetual chaos of Shinjuku's sub-terrain. In her right hand she carries a brown handbag and in her left a bouquet of radiant sunflowers. She walks with a staggered step, here expression changing back and forth between the masks of tragedy and comedy as her countless attempts to focus on the road ahead, and avoid collision with the million other frenzied office ladies and salarymen, are foiled, over and over again, as her vision is pulled away from the distraught traffic before her to the perfect beauty of the flowers. With each glance her face lights up, from the shadows of the city grey to the radiance of Venus.

H2DAC 96.

H2DAC 95.

TCP04

A station employee wearing spectacles, a white baseball cap, and a neon yellow vest stares vacantly into the void with an expression of depression, disgust, and longing. He takes a deep breath as the train approaches. The seemingly endless herd of awakening salarymen rush aboard the rush hour train. Just before the doors close the worker steps into position, his expression changing into a frantic determination as he pushes the last of the passengers to be aboard with his white gloves.

H2DAC 94.

TCP03

A young man, a college student in love, in lust, whispers into a giggling ear.

H2DAC 93.

TCP02

An old woman stares into the train's window. In the background, various shades of blacks and greys, periodically interrupted by bursts of white light pass in a collaged blur as the train makes its way through the city's subterrain. In the foreground, her face reflects dimly, yet somehow emphasizing the almost sinister intensity of her eyes as she studies and restudies the composition of her make up and hair styling.

TCP01

A middle school girl standing on the platform surrounded by dreary salarymen, suddenly bursts into a frenzied dance. Spinning in circles she ruffles her hair, flings her handbag around, and tosses her skirt about. The encompassing crowd stares at her with equal parts concern and fear. She tosses her skirt one last time and a bee flutters out in a confused flight.

H2DAC 92.

91d.

H2DAC 91c.

91b2.

Ssm

A girl wears yellow oversized flower headphones and plays her ds.

91b.

Ssm

An open door to the back room of the station soba shop.

A cart with a plant and various buckets.

91.

90.

Movie Stills

From: http://www.annyas.com/screenshots/

89.

Doubleight

87.

86.

A break dancer gets ready to do something in the station as allthe workers go home.

Some hotel staff change the room rates

create directly by just a thought. create what you see and feel in your head. Ssm

Secret sea mobile

85.

84.

a fuse box on a pole breaks through its canvas covering.