Chance encounter …
Well, I was scheduled to photograph an old shop that’s closing down this week in Tateishi Nakamise - the lovely drinking/eating arcade in my neighborhood. Unfortunately that didn’t work out.
But, if you stand around long enough in the Nakamise, you’re bound to: run into an old friend; or make a new one. And that’s just what happened here when I met Takei san.
I spotted a one-armed man from behind, moseying down the avenue. After missing my chance at the shop shuttering its doors, I figured: this could make an interesting portrait. I approached and said “excuse me.” He turned around, and to my delight … he was wearing a Leica. We spent the next few minutes talking about Tateishi and photography, and Tateishi photography. Snapped the photo, and the rest is history.
A self proclaimed “amateur photographer,” Takei san is visiting from Hachioji (waaay on the other end of town) to photograph and drink his way down our humble, covered corridor.
Chance encounter …
Well, I was scheduled to photograph an old shop that’s closing down this week in Tateishi Nakamise - the lovely drinking/eating arcade in my neighborhood. Unfortunately that didn’t work out.
But, if you stand around long enough in the Nakamise, you’re bound to: run into an old friend; or make a new one. And that’s just what happened here when I met Takei san.
I spotted a one-armed man from behind, moseying down the avenue. After missing my chance at the shop shuttering its doors, I figured: this could make an interesting portrait. I approached and said “excuse me.” He turned around, and to my delight … he was wearing a Leica. We spent the next few minutes talking about Tateishi and photography, and Tateishi photography. Snapped the photo, and the rest is history.
A self proclaimed “amateur photographer,” Takei san is visiting from Hachioji (waaay on the other end of town) to photograph and drink his way down our humble, covered corridor.