Ginza closes its main road to cars on weekend afternoons, and the crowd spreads out to fill it. He had found the center line and stopped there, kimono in full Louis Vuitton monogram, umbrella up over an overcast sky, perfectly aware of the picture he was making. I obliged. You don't talk a man like that out of his moment.
The other two are the quiet on either side of that. A red postbox at the end of an empty backstreet, sitting against a blank tiled wall with a single tree for company, the kind of corner the crowd never reaches. And a building that wears its garden on the outside, greenery spilling off every terrace down to the crosswalk.
Both of those came from the walk over into Marunouchi, a few blocks and a different register from the Ginza crowd. Frame 02 ran up to ISO 1600 in the shade of the alley, which is why it sits a touch grainier than the other two.