Not a travel guide and not a bucket list. The parking garage in Akihabara at midnight, the six-seat restaurant with no sign, and the way a city on the other side of the world can feel like the thing you have been chasing at home.
Tokyo is where the obsession stops apologizing for itself.
The trip that set the tone for how everything else here gets seen.
I have come to believe the opposite of love is not hate. It is indifference. A night spotting cars in Akihabara, and everything they say about...
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Tokyo through the Pursuit lens: cars, food, streetwear, and the corners of the city worth getting lost in.
Tokyo through the Pursuit lens: cars, food, streetwear, and the corners of the city worth getting lost in.
I decided a while ago that if I was going to build this thing, I was going to build it where people could watch. The wins and the mistakes. The good months and the quiet ones. Not a highlight reel. The actual record. So here is the record, as much as I can share this … Read more
It is almost eleven at night in Akihabara and the towers are still screaming light onto the street. Somewhere above me a billboard is selling a game I will never play. Below it, along the curb, the cars start to arrive the way they do most nights, one at a time, each one finding its … Read more
I was in Tokyo on a once-in-a-lifetime trip, walking around Shibuya jet-lagged and hunting for coffee, when a sign stopped me. Nothing flashy. Just enough to make me turn my head. And behind the glass, parked inside like it had every right to be there, sat a widebody Volkswagen Golf with its fenders flared out … Read more
The best meal I had in Tokyo came from a place with six seats and a chef who had, from the look of him, been making the same dish for longer than I have been alive. No menu to speak of. No decor to mention. Just one thing, done so well it reorganized my idea … Read more
For a couple of months after I lost my job, I mostly sat with the quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The other kind, the one that fills a room after the thing that gave your days a shape just disappears. One week I had meetings and deadlines and a reason to open the laptop before … Read more
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