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.
I was extremely distracted by these eyebrow-less men with nice hair.
That hair and make-up cannot come cheap.
Is the barrette the Japanese male equivalent of the pony tail? Like, I was in a rush to get out of the house and go cellphone shopping, so I just grabbed my mask and pulled my hair back with this barrette? I guess there’s never enough time in a day!
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.
I think the McDonalds fries help this guy’s hair stay so blonde. I love taking photos of people eating outdoors. Because they’re focused on eating, they seem more carefree and easier to document.
Can there ever truly be too much male vanity?
Even the husband, who’s normally unaffected by yankiis and male vanity, admitted that this tiger-hair beach hipster is very good looking. I wonder what his winter look and habitat is like?
Red, platinum, and tiger hair. Did these guys coordinate their looks before going to the hair dresser? They look like super heroes united by hair color and deep tanning. Is this the oasis I’ve been looking for?