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.