redbook

this is aichan. ai means love, that's what she said when I first walked into her bar, someday last summer. and chan is diminutive. aichan runs a bar called 'redbook', a tiny stain in nakameguro (coolest tokyo neighborhood according to wallpaper*), just down la rampetta from the office, where she dishes up a great carbonara, good old hoegaarden, and some gainsbourg now and then... she's a living database of good tunes and movies and belgian fashion designers. and just like krista in brooklyn she loves painting walls and doing things herself.

from that first day, I like hanging out at redbook - guess I've become a regular by now. there's only one small table for two and a couch close to the window, but plenty of seats around the bar. just great to sneak out of the office, walk down from hilltop daikanyama into nakameguro, and find regular or new faces around the bar, or just aichan, for lazy talks about nothing in particular. redbook is the bubble where stranger jansan finds familiar minds and thoughts and sounds and tastes, feels less stranger.



aichan beeru kudasai / crab pasta (oishi) / kamidekun


fuzzy coulds over la rampetta