“Whoa, hey, no!” I said. “Don’t eat the plastic! Nah, nah!” I managed to pry the deer’s jaws off the plastic, holding it up in…
It’s a Monday night and I’m standing in a bar bedecked with crushed crimson velvet, staring at a phallic mound of vibrating silicone. I’m in…
It was 2PM in Osaka, and I was staring a pair of socks to death from the window of a shop in Tsuruhashi. This was…
When I asked my brother what advice he had for me for my trip to Japan I expected him to suggest an ornate shrine, a…
She beams at me expectantly. I look back confused and unsure of what she is saying. Damn I wish I spoke Japanese. I step onto…
Together with a flood of Japanese businessmen on their way home, I leave the train station and embark on a journey through Tokyo’s suburbia. It’s…
Cover by Takahiro Taguchi Dotombori, 10 pm. The street was neon-drenched and the soundtrack was synthetic saccharine J-pop. I stepped into a bar. “Irashaimase!”, shouted…
I was in the Tokyo suburb of Shibuya when I first laid eyes on one. Nothing about my bright and hectic surroundings felt familiar to…
The trainee clerk at 7/11 gives me a nervous smile as she fumbles my items through the scanner. I wait for her to see the…
Wet necks stretch gracefully; curled tendrils trace cheekbones as heads balance above the steaming water. A wave ripples out as breasts, followed by hips and…
Tracing the intricate calligraphy, an old Japanese man smiles and looks over at his granddaughter. He downs the last of his long neck Asahi Super…
Alone, naked and undeniably trapped is how I found myself spending my first night in Japan on my own. I had never imagined I’d be…
