Feeling a poetic lethargy lately… could be the weather. As I organized photos from the trip, bits and pieces of vitality slowly came together like puzzles. At Bloom&Branch, a cafe in Aoyama where the barista was as solemn as a priestess. I made my confession in blue ink and sketches.
四月出差上海時與童年友伴S緣慳一面, 他此次商旅紐約舊金山, 約著在Wayfare Tavern晚餐, 從他媽到我媽(不是罵粗話喲), 由亞里斯多德至黑澤明, 論千禧世代資訊核爆同理心低落, 未來人口為患的國家會否效仿老電影'楢山節考', 對耄耋強制安樂死?
我是悲觀的樂觀主義者, 他是樂觀的悲觀主義者, 老朋友聊得諷刺, 詼諧, 投契 . 飛航途中S觀賞某獨立文青製片, 不由然想起我… 頗感動, 誰還記得當年那古靈精怪的少女? 也感嘆, 苦澀青春遠逝, 現下的LK 固若金湯的世俗強悍.
Lunch at Argile, the culinary civilization round up in a city cave. Surrounded by sculptural drift woods, for a moment I nearly forgot we were in between spring and summer. The autumnal hypnosis befalling...
The two Michelin starred Ryuzu had a crisp, sparkling note to its melliferous cuisine from tender morsels melting in the mouth to artful plating that makes the heart sing.
Lunch at Tateru Yoshino was waltz in the spring garden. Bouquets of the season's best, the bursts of colors and entrancing flavors blossomed into a concerto that one never wishes for ending.
Afternoon tea at Sahsya by Kanetanaka, a sanctuary nestled in the prime sector of Omotesando. I was mesmerized by the 'bamboo' forest and while drawing the fifty shades of green, I then realized the elegant deceit turned out to be Quercus Myrsinifolia...
Dinner at Dominique Bouchet's more casual establishment, Les Copains.
Teppanyaki at Ukai-Tei.
Last supper in Tokyo at the Shiseido Parlour. That's right.
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