A horrorfilm pair, eerily pat-a-caking in synchrony at the gaping lit-up lips of the maimai machines.
Obviously, I ran for my life as soon as I’d taken the photo.
maimai is the biting jaws of youth, barking the demand to be different while being the same.
Self-express in your song choice; conform to the hand-dance script.
Do it with your twin, vacant-faced in neat school uniform; scare passersby.
Photographer and writer covering Tokyo arcade life – the videogames, the metropolis and the people