I wake up late, my head still buzzing from the countless bars and the Jackson Pollock exhibition in Tokyo, the city’s noise crawling through my skull. I’m not a big fan of architecture photography — too predictable, and architects are mostly boring in bed. But Tokyo stands like a hangover made of glass and concrete — sharp angles, slick surfaces, and steel that cuts through the air. It’s a mess, but it’s beautiful. I’m glad I did it. No two buildings agree, but they don’t have to.