Aico and Jeremy’s lunch reception is very Tokyo.
When I say ‘ a wedding in Tokyo’, most likely you’re imagining the bride wearing a kimono.
An entourage following her, lead by a chanting Taoist monk.
Strolling through an autumn park.
That’s a fair imagination.
But Tokyo is a very big place.
For every traditional tea ceremony, there’s a robot cafe to balance its duality.
For every traditional wedding you have in mind, there is a cosy and modern one.
One with a white dress.
One with a ceremony on a balcony overlooking the concrete jungle.
Aico and Jeremy’s wedding threw me off a bit as it was so familiar, yet different.
Like a parallel universe.
It could be anywhere in the world, but the little details stood out.
Like how there’s a hidden room for the bride which you unlock with a book on the bookshelf.
There’s a manager with an ear piece updating us on 15 minute increments.
The whole crew, including the chefs came out to wish her well with a cake, and insisted I join their group photo.
They sent us off the street and waved until we were out of sight.
Bear no doubt: this is a wedding in Tokyo.
Originally, we intended to go Yoyogi Park for some formal portraits.
But since we were in Omotesando, I thought the modern buildings juxtaposed against the old streets and witch’s hats will make it more ‘Tokyo’ than it already is.
I do not regret making the last minute call.
