What struck me most about Tokyo during the very short time I was there was the vast gap between the traditional and the modern.
In Europe layers of history can be seen in the architecture alone; in London you wouldn’t think twice about seeing a tudor building beside a victorian town house opposite a modern sky scraper. There is a rich tapestry depicting the gradual growth of our towns and cities. Buildings which are judged as good examples of a particular stage in british history are protected and preserved, whereas in Tokyo they have been cleared to make way for something newer, something better. All except the shrines and temples, which have been kept and so have grown to represent the quieter side of Tokyo… her rituals, her beliefs and her spirit.
So I have divided these pictures into two; the old and the new. When navigating your way through the energetic, dense, high-tech, high-rise, urban maze that is Tokyo, it is easy to miss the unexpected glimpses of culture and tradition which are the city’s foundations. This sequence of images is a small tribute to those glimpses, which tell the tale of the origins of a city obsessed with the new.