There’s something about seeing a total classic from your childhood just sitting there.
Siting there running on this beautiful cab in the middle of an open hall as if it’s the most ordinary thing in the world. So ordinary that people just walk around it, going instead to play new, weird games that you don’t love.
It’s as if your friend’s bedroom with their Super NES and Multitap and old bulbous 14-inch CRT was packed up in a box and shipped to Japan for you to find later as an adult.
And after you’ve found it and played it again, you can walk away and know that it will still be there if you ever want to come back. Your childhood lives on. Welcome to Arcade Tokyo.
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people