The last fish seller.

Road to a new morning.

Heavy eyes, movements that are slow, deliberate. It’s a moment. While he’s washing his hands, he raises his head and sees me. We look at each other through the lens. Click. While all around us the final tasks are being done before closing time, another moment in time is captured forever.


There’s a long night’s work in this man’s tiredness, never broken, even now that it’s finally morning. The images that I’ve gathered in my book “Tokyo Tsukiji”, just like this one, paint a discreet, everyday, almost minimalist story that nevertheless shows a different side of Japan from the typical one we know. I have tried to show the hiatus that exists between finishing work and not yet being able to rest, but when at last we’re no longer worried about work.

In this, we’re all very similar. More human, too.