Best evening: a vest-pocket bar in Tokyo’s Piss Alley. Dad smoked a cigarette in front of the children. A round of snake sake for the bar. Best friends for an hour. Everything unexpected in the best way. Think Anthony Bourdain.
Son dad takes dad to F1. “The two of them.”
Imagine being so young you can’t see how beautiful you are in this photograph.
“Come look! Your dad is a photographer!” Time and peace of mind for make-believe.
A notebook left for scribblers on a restaurant table. I sat on a tatami mat and stared into another world. How to put it? It is like people from across the world on an island somewhere invented their own culture.
“How does my hair look?” she asked me before we left. A thousand words.
Daughters, new and old.
There are never enough pictures of the two of us together. One of us has to hold the camera, I suppose, but always there are these. On an escalator at JFK, the travel agent who made the celebration of my 60th birthday possible.
"It is like people from across the world on an island somewhere invented their own culture." Welcome home to you and your beautiful family.
Heaven heaven heaven (and Happy Birthday) xx