Compared to the blonde yankii undressed on the pavement, these autumn looks at Tokyo’s finest Jesuit university are both girlish and classy. Drop pants, check. Luxury label, check. Overcoat with baseball cap, check. Tongue out of mouth, check. Expensive and complicated lady’s hair, check, check, check.
What better way to start this small fall festival photo series than some bouncing junk. Sure, there’s tons of male ass on display as the men (and some ladies) huddle together to carry the shrines. But there are also surprises up front. Now this is the kind of religion that makes me want to participate, unlike so many others I have encountered.
Fall in Tokyo means lots of Shinto street festivals. Nothing is more fun to watch than omikoshi, which involves mostly men carrying a heavy shrine, chanting, and showing off their asses. It is spiritual, pagan, collective, and super perverse. I’ll post some more photos in the next days.
Summer has many fleshy fashion features: plunging male decolletage, exposed thighs, flimsy materials. Yet nothing is more alluring than men in yukata and wood geta sandals. I like how this guy pairs a somber yukata with bright blue hair. Alas, this week is probably the last week for yukata, as officially it is now fall in Japan. (Source)
This image of Sakurai Sho in a fall skirt is a palate cleanser after yesterday’s iccky story about frustrated Japanese heteros and the foreigners who can’t stop thinking about them.
Given the continued heat in Tokyo, it seems early to be thinking of wool, but that’s fashion and commerce I guess.
What do you think of skirts on men? This super-layered look makes Sho-san’s hips seem extremely wide and lady-like. Are the below the knee pants and tweed jacket supposed to add some masculinity to this look?
What do you think? Would you dress your man like this?
Have you seen the double pants? At first you think, his pants are falling off. Then, you realize there’s a completely different pants below the outer pants. The husband says this is so 2008. But then so are “dropped crotch” pants (aka, adult diaper pants) and I still see them everywhere in Tokyo.
Back to double pants, K. says she she’s seen old ladies reaching out to pull up men’s pants. I say more power to the old ladies who are looking and grabbing men’s butts.
Opinions? Btw, here’s a context shot, at the busy Nakano Sakaue intersection. I like how the top of his boots are also folded over, echoing the action around the mid-section.
Fall street festivals involve generous amounts of thass (thigh + ass), male intimacy and parking lot beer.
Late-stage cherry blossom madness had this older Salary Man perched on a guard rail above the Imperial Moat, one hand on the tree, the other on his keitai (mobile phone with camera). The multi-petal bossoms are the finale to this pink spring mania. Popular dedication cannot be over-stated.
The solstice is past, and yet fall lingers in Japan. Today it’s about 60 degrees (maybe 18 celcius) and humid. Most of the leaves have fallen from the trees, but the photos above and below were taken just a few weeks ago.
The first three photos are from my favorite garden, Sentou Gosho, in Kyoto, designed by the 17th century artist and garden designer Enshuu Kobori. His designs are masterful– wandering paths, reflecting ponds, tea houses, stone and earthen bridges, thousands of flat stones mimicking the ocean shore. For all the glory of the impeccably manicured trees, moss and structures, some of the most astonishing sites are at foot-level.
The leaves include (Japanese) maple and ginko. The colors and patterns are brilliant. Given the large gardening staff, even fallen leaves can be considered designed. Their ephemeral nature adds to the beauty.
Perhaps these photos can inspire some ceramic designs.
I have to add this bizarre photo below. Despite the glory of kilometers of mature ginko trees turning gold, the city authorities deem it important to mark autumn with these hideous plastic leaves. Why?
Fall folliage is particularly spectacular this week in Tokyo, including the giant yellow ginkos lining our street. It seems fall is longer and later in Japan than in the US. Yesterday, the husband, sister-in-law Y and I went to Rikugien park to see the special evening “light-up” event.
The Japanese maples were amazing in bright yellow and deep red– some trees pruned to be flat planes made up of hundreds of leaves, others lining a reflecting pond and layered along a small stream. Also lit up were bamboo and gorgeous pine trees.
Alas, we didn’t see Kitaoji Kinya this time.