In keeping with the moe theme of this blog, I would like to end this year with a completely shamelessly, inappropriate and vulgar medley of random Shibuya men. With 10 minutes to spare for a business meeting at Hachiko, I turned my new Canon S90 on the crowd.
The photo above is perhaps the best: the central subject fetishized, the public zipping by, and one woman in the background smiling knowingly towards the lens.
If you asked me what is my favorite Japanese uniform, I would say the mask: ubiquitous, a sign of danger inbound or outbound, of dubious functionality, and quintessentially Japanese. Above this boy rocks his mask with ipod, shaggy orange perm, and the skinny pants tucked inside some girlish boots. I am slayed.
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I was aiming my camera at the lady on the right’s gorgeous mane of hair. Somehow, with fast-moving crowds and slow shutter, the photo focused on the guy in the middle. The shaved head guy below is very handsome, and his smirk seems to reflect his self-knowledge.
I wonder what this older man is taking photos of? Am I not the only one captivated by male fashion? I love how he’s handing out the door of a historic train that does not move. I inadvertently captured a perm disaster in the foreground. In Shibuya, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
Finally, in addition to all the “real” men, Shibuya is full of seductive advertising. On two sides of the plaza were images of male butch and femme. Each captivating, if a bit extreme.
Happy new year! And a better, brighter new decade.