I really want to write something about getting the photo of Kuriken. Just because it was a good experience. But it feels like it’s going to be a typical street style photography story e.g. Oh, I saw him and loved his clothes and I knew I just had to get his photo. Which it will be, because I guess this is street style photography and the stories aren’t terribly varied. So: I saw him racing up Omotesando, but before I could ask he disappeared into Omotesando Hills - I guessed he might have been late to meet someone and would be in there for an age - but I did feel like I really wanted to get this photograph, the whole modern-traditional Japanese style.

So on the off chance he was just dashing in and out, I waited for 10 minutes and was just about to leave when I spotted him coming back down Omotesando - he must have gone out another exit toward the top of Omotesando Hills - and followed him across the street, caught up and got his photo. He told me that his clothes - called Nagagi, the foundation of Kimono - were from a modern traditional shop (does that make sense?) just a short way from where I met him, so he took me there for a quick look-see and it was really quite neat.

It’s just nice you see, which is really all I want to write - it was nice, you see! - like it was all meant to happen that way. It’s not just the photograph, but it’s a whole experience. Which they all are, as is life - it’s never just the one event or moment, it’s always the what came before and the what came after too.

The shop was called Matohu by the way.