Tokyu Plaza Omotesando Harajuku Entrance by Hiroshi Nakamura
Mirrors are definitely the portal to some kind of Opposite Day dimension and probably where Bloody Mary lives, so it can be a little disconcerting to ride the escalator through the entrance of Omohara Plaza. The trip is similar to traveling through the prism-like cells of an insect’s segmented eye: doubling, quadrupling, and dodecatupling you in every direction and just as pants-shitting as those funhouse mirror mazes you got trapped in as a kid.
