There’s a decades long tradition of mostly male rockers dancing at the entrance to Yoyogi Park. They are sporting nearly identical 1950s greaser big hair and outfit. Maybe they were young when they started, but now they’re getting a bit older and drunker. I’ve heard warnings that they do not like it when non-members join the dance. On the plus side, are the tattoos and the sheer love of dance.
Enough arts & crafts. I am certain that most of my readers are more interested in moe. No?
I was waiting patiently at the lobby of a large multinational, and couldn’t help notice this young salaryman also waiting. He stood in the center of the lobby, holding the visitor badges for his guests, rocking on one foot.
There was something sublime about this mix of attention and boredom, formality and fashion, hard surfaces and human activity, security and hospitality. I should have taken a short movie ;-(