In December 1980, I had a special affection for Harajuku, a place I visited almost every week on dates with my then-girlfriend (who would later become my wife). My interest in disappearing streetscapes, combined with my passion for photography, led me to take this photograph—one of many—with the desire to "record the current state of this town." This is a snapshot of Takeshita Street taken on one of those days. The sign for the shop, "Cafe Crepe…
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In December 1980, I had a special affection for Harajuku, a place I visited almost every week on dates with my then-girlfriend (who would later become my wife). My interest in disappearing streetscapes, combined with my passion for photography, led me to take this photograph—one of many—with the desire to "record the current state of this town." This is a snapshot of Takeshita Street taken on one of those days. The sign for the shop, "Cafe Crepe…