Single Portion Life
Capsule Hotels are a tradition of the new Japan. Since the 1970s they have met the needs of workers, professionals and businessmen, who need refreshment and rest before returning to work, in the great homeland of eﬀectiveness.
Quiet beehives, scattered in the chaos of the metropolis, between a games room and a massage center, in the beating heart of Tokyo. Crossroads of solitudes and silences, like a long sigh in the superﬂuous hours of day and night.
No shoes. No tattoos. No women. Two towels, a pair of boxers, a dressing gown. The locker key and a bracelet. An identiﬁcation number that is part of the name within the Capsule Hotel. The embarrassment of the foreigner, the indiﬀerence of the native. No need for interaction, no superﬂuous eﬀort, only the time strictly necessary for a single portion of pre-packaged cuddles. Waiting for a new functional and solitary day.