After filing last week’s column from Tokyo, I still had a whole weekend in the city up my sleeve before I would have to return to base camp. You don’t mind joining me for a jaunt through the Japanese capital, do you?
While Saturday was an umbrellas-at-the-ready kind of day, the electronic blinds slowly arose on Sunday morning to reveal bold, committed-to-stay, blue skies. My phone said it would be a balmy 21C by midday. Apart from a lunch date with Tyler on the terrace of the Palace Hotel at 14.00, I was a free agent – although I did want to see my colleague, our Asia editor and bureau chief Fiona Wilson, before the JAL wheels up at 01.00 on Monday morning.
Actually, Fiona had another title on Sunday: Tuck’s concierge. She was generously available on Whatsapp across the day, guiding me from one outpost of design and architecture to another. But I did stumble on a few things myself. One of them was the Oedo Antique Market that’s just a few minutes’ walk from Tokyo Station. It bills itself as Japan’s largest outdoor antiques market but don’t let that put you off. It’s small. It’s not full of chipped crap. And it’s an exercise in beauty.
While some of the traders had a table or two on which to display their offerings, many just had a small cloth on the floor where they had arranged their collections with perfect precision. There was coloured glass, garden tools, ceramic bowls, blue porcelain, toys, masks, lacquerware and more. Realising that some people were beginning to pack up, I rapidly found an ATM – I may even have broken into a run.
Keeping up a keen pace, I bought a wedge-shaped bowl, its interior richly glazed with an image of Mount Fuji; a pure-white vase with a tiny-black dot on its neck; ceramics, and a piece of folk art: a slice of a tree branch – 15cm across – that pulls apart to reveal a skulk of eight carved foxes (funny what you suddenly need in your life). I guess they are just knick-knacks, holiday souvenirs, the kind of stuff your relatives will chuck out after you die. But these half a dozen purchases have sat on my desk at home in London all week and made me very happy. And while someone commented on my Instagram post that Oedo is expensive, each acquisition beats a Tokyo fridge magnet.
There were also pit stops at United Arrows, Beams, Tomorrowland and Maison & Objet. Fiona dispatched me to Ginza Itoya for stationery, to the homeware department at Mitsukoshi, the Design Collection at the Matsuya Ginza department store, then on to see the ceramics at Higashiya – and all while she walked her shiba in the park.
As the daylight began to fade, I took a taxi to find Fiona at The National Art Center. As we walked, she told me about its architect, Kisho Kurokawa, who also designed the now lost Nakagin Capsule Tower Building. She walked me through the gift shop – I managed to show some restraint. Then we weaved through to the 21_21 Design Sight museum by Tadao Ando, where the autumn light perfectly caught its origami-style folded roof. We watched children playing on the outdoor sculptures and talked as we walked – all these years working together and we still have things to say.
Fiona left me in Tokyo Midtown and she could see that I was a bit overwhelmed by how much I had seen and done in four days, by how impeccable and beautiful this place is. She put a hand on my arm and said, “Don’t worry, it’s a lot. Sometimes even I have to say: ‘Please, just stop.’ It’s all too perfect.”
In fact, the most unordered aspect of the city was perhaps my attempts to pack my suitcase. Panicking that I might need to go home wearing several layers of purchases, the wooden foxes, kitchen gadgets and piles of stationery almost found a new home at the Palace Hotel.