The first time I met Kunichi Nomura, he pulled up alongside a busy sidewalk in Shibuya, driving a yellow convertible Mini Moke, a miniature British jeep so small it could almost be a toy. “Aaron-san!” he screamed, his head towering above the windshield. He was wearing his signature Moscot sunglasses. Slicked hair. A brat-pack smirk. He was the epitome of a Japanese James Dean. A stud. An enigma. I was in Tokyo producing an exhibition at Laforet Museum, and Kun (as Kunichi’s friends call him) was to be the project manager. I could tell immediately, though, that with Kun, there is much more than meets the eye….