
Have a fantastic new year!
(Thanks Vivian for taking the photo).
We discovered these boys rolling around the street in Shibuya with a light saber suggestively posed, crotch adjacent. I love the “call me baby” hand signal, suggesting he’s busy but open to new friends too. I cannot recommend highly enough an early morning visit to Shibuya on the weekend.
Johnny’s, the reclusive octogenarian mastermind of generations of Japanese boy bands, clearly owns the giant billboards over Shibuya Crossing, if not the entire world. Faced with so much early teen male beauty, we can only hurry past this wall of complex and poofie helmet hair.
I am loving the mixed patterns and many layered look of this florist at the United Nations University farmers market. In addition to nutritious fresh produce, there’s a lot to see.
This must be one of the least sexy love hotel entrances. “Have a comfortable time” in fancy script, along with a dwarf, flower, astro-turf, and mini “outdoor-style” light fixture. Not the fantasy I was hoping for. In Shibuya.
Not only are the visuals ambiguous, at best. The words, meaning “community street,” suggest a sinister collective plot against the smaller people.
Spotted near our apartment. Is this outdoor wear?
I love how clearly this packaging communicates beyond language. Donki (Don Quijote) offers a wide selection of slutty Xmas outfits with corsets, bunny ears, Playboy bunny brand, pink or black. This one clearly is large enough for a guy in make-up.
Underneath a “Wild Layers” wig, in “bitter cinnamon blend” color, a person claiming to be the Anti-Christ was spotted in Koenji. It was Friday, Dec 21, 2012, and the world might have ended that very day according to Mayan prophecy. Instead, he shared a fish sausage with SanTanuki and a sad smile with a restaurant worker after a delicious bowl of Vietnamese soup.
In his woolen cape, the Greek count’s first stop is Haguromo, a shrine of bathing for working class gays in Nishi Shinjuku. The count is here to cleanse, observe, and interact.