Tigers

Night in Shinjuku is frenetic and exciting and strange. There are so many lights that some streets never really get dark, instead drenched in thin fluorescent light. It washes over everything, and looks like how I imagine studio lighting would. Ethnic minorities offer sex shows and massages, club promoters dress up or stand by a robotic dinosaur to get your attention. When it rains everyone has umbrellas. I disappointed all the promoters by saying I was going home to work some more, but took a few pictures on the way.

Bye Barbara