Emu

Emu’s prints feel like someone stole the crisp morning light of early 20th-century Tokyo and pressed it onto paper. The artist had a knack for catching moments that usually blur past us—lantern shops half-lit at dusk, steam rising off noodle carts, the exact angle of a cat’s tail on a windowsill. You’ll spot their sharp, uncluttered lines in the Tokyo National Museum’s print drawers, where the city’s daily hustle is frozen in time. Look for the “Print Collection” around 1910; it’s a postcard from a city that’s still half-wood, half-dream.