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Friday, April 05, 2013

Shibuya at dusk captivates me

I was in Shibuya yesterday evening before I headed off to Haneda Airport for my flight back to Malaysia.

Even though I have been in Tokyo for five years, I still find myself discovering something new all the time. And the joy and surprises of these tiny discoveries can sometimes accumulate into something wonderful.

For example, I don't think I've ever seen Shibuya at dusk looking like this.

Shibuya still surprises me

The above photo was taken with my iPhone, but in the end, I decided to whip out my Canon 7D to get a few more shots.

Sunset in Shibuya

Shibuya dusk

I then found myself wandering through the Shibuya Crossing, a place I absolutely loathed and despised when depicted in cinema (seen it in too many student films of dubious quality, or films of Tokyo by foreign filmmakers of dubious quality), wondering whether I could just catch something interesting with my camera. I started snapping photos at people, at places, at faces, at lights, seeing whether anything would end up nicely. (in my deluded mind, I imagined I was doing something similar to what Simon Yam was doing in the movie "SPARROW", by Johnnie To)

I liked this photo. A woman lost amidst the Shibuya chaos, perhaps she is in a hurry, perhaps she is trying to run away from something, someone, from the gaze of my intrusive camera.

A woman lost amidst the Shibuya chaos

Meanwhile, above me, the Starbucks in Tsutaya was crowded as always. Five years in Tokyo and I think I have only managed to get a seat there once.

Shibuya Tsutaya

I saw someone holding tightly to her phone, I imagined that she was waiting for a phone call from someone, an important one. Or maybe she was just in the middle of a game of Candy Crush.

Waiting for an important phone call
Where is she going?

Where is she going?

Where was I going?

Coca-cola bus in Shibuya

Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again I called out for ________ from the dead center of this place that was no place.