I am not particularly interested in ladies’ rears, but I was cheered to see this photo exhibit’s lurid bait being attached to the wall along the Nakano Broadway corridor. I’m sure this young model made somebody happy.
Seeing the sumo wrestlers parading into the ring is a happy sight, capable of erasing many uglee images of American politicians and their poetic fans. Nothing brings a bigger smile to my face than seeing all these men lined up belly to back wearing fancy aprons and little else. I cannot recommend highly enough the opportunity to see the tournament in person.
This image seems to capture the hopes for a lucky new year. A happy face and a candy apple seem like a good start.
Seeing Mrs Gingrich looking happy, of course, makes me happy. What a lovely Republican presidential primary season we’ve been having. So many lunatics to love. I am still waiting until we are introduced to Mrs Herman Cain. Til then, I can only revel in Mrs G’s style: sort of a midwestern drag queen ideal: platinum hair, conservative suit, expensive jewels, and pride in her man. Even her name, Callista, evokes maximum flourish.
Is this the dictionary definition of freedom? It seems to make people and gods happy.
Murofushi Koji became the oldest gold medalist in hammer throw. He looks very happy in action.
Hope everyone is having a splendidly happy Good Friday. If you’re in SF, you can take part in the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence‘s Hunky Jesus contest. Compete!
I have not posted for a week to pay respect to the thousands of dead and displaced by the unimaginable earthquake and tsunami of March 11, 2011. Frankly I wondered whether this blog’s frivolity and frequent lack of taste is appropriate during this stressful period of intense sadness and nuclear meltdown panic.
From today I will resume this blog to show that we are still alive, creative and observant here in Tokyo. I was inspired by my blogging sensei Bangin, who insists he will continue to try to make others happy through his blog. Even in the worst of times, there is plenty of moe to share, plenty of male fashion to ponder, and plenty of hope that Japan will rebuild.
Can you outdance Kylie?
Asahi newspaper explains that this young man is enduring a cold waterfall at Osaka’s Shoukouji temple (勝光寺) on the last day of 2010 to ask for spiritual intervention to secure a job. I wonder if he’s not just flaunting his body with “training” a euphemism for exhibitionist masochism. (Thanks to husband for providing this important news image and story).
Whatever the story is, I can imagine no better image to start off the new year.
Happy 2011 everyone!
Tokyo Moe 