When I was 13, I wanted to hang out in Harajuku dressed like Lolita because of Shoichi Aoki’s streetstyle book, Fruits. When I was 17, I wanted to sell illegal ports in Chiba because I read William Gibson. When I was 22, I just wanted to watch Yohji Yamomoto drive around with Wim Wenders. Growing up, it seemed that as my taste in various subjects became more niche, the city of Tokyo started appearing more and more in my research — a mecca for my obsessions. Fortunately for me, these obsessions fueled hobbies and professions that have allowed for frequent travel to the bustling island nation of Japan. No foreigner could ever truly be considered an expert, but the travel guides I’ve found simply don't do the city justice. I figured I’d at least give it a shot.