Weeks ago, an associate of mine, Parker of Parthenon Japan, mentioned that a friend of a friend had a vacant property down in the Jomyoji district of Kamakura. Aware of my interest in akiya, Parker suggested we make a day trip to go check it out.
Curious, but also starved for any chance of respite from the CoronaChaos of 2020, I took him up on the offer. Last week we washed our hands, donned masks, carefully got into his car, rolled down the windows, and made a socially distanced trek down to Jomyoji.
The drive down was a relaxing, lazy one, peppered with casual conversation while cruising along under a bright morning sky. Unexpectedly, we listened to the Grand Theft Auto soundtrack as we drove, and I must applaud Rockstar Games for devotedly curating that. It is a serious piece of gonzo media that has legitimate merit in conversations regarding perception and art.
After about 90 minutes, we pulled into the designated meeting spot in Kamakura’s charming antique atmosphere right around noon. There, we met our property owner, Peter: photographer, etcher, and curator of the Kamakura Print Collection. Wearing a wide-brimmed hat and shielded sunglasses, I expected him to suggest we set out on a safari, but no, he just suggested lunch. This was also very acceptable.