Or should that be anger mismanagement?
At 634 metres, Tokyo Skytree is an absolute beast. And, as a broadcasting tower, it is decidedly pragmatic rather than pretty in design. But its monstrous size does make for a fairly striking silhouette.
At the end of a long day, after another long week, post-work beers are always a well-earned treat before the last leg of what could also be a long journey home.
The red autumn foliage in this alleyway may well be fake, but there’s no doubting the colourful character of the fella passing through it. A man whose smile is big, and his summer wear bold.
People passed out on the streets in Tokyo isn’t an especially uncommon sight, particularly so on a Saturday or Sunday morning. As regardless of whether one is a young reveller or long in the tooth transvestite, it’s all too easy to get carried away with Japan’s wonderfully relaxed licensing laws.
This scene, however, is a bit different. There are of course the tired souls, but then there’s also a mannequin, sleeping bag and the fluffy green outfit. Almost like an odd mix of public sleeping and performance art.