
OK. I admit I don’t know who he is. But I think it’s hilarious and kind of sexy that he shaved his head to atone for not winning the Tokyo Marathon. I could imagine other ways that he might atone for his shortcomings . .
OK. I admit I don’t know who he is. But I think it’s hilarious and kind of sexy that he shaved his head to atone for not winning the Tokyo Marathon. I could imagine other ways that he might atone for his shortcomings . .
Title says it all. Priceless. (Via Shibuya Nights).
Maybe this counts as infrastructure moe. Where else but Japan would a ridiculously non-standard low arch be maintained in a public space with a crazy duct-taped fabric warning people to watch their heads?! It’s so bad, it’s superlative.
In keeping with the moe theme of this blog, I would like to end this year with a completely shamelessly, inappropriate and vulgar medley of random Shibuya men. With 10 minutes to spare for a business meeting at Hachiko, I turned my new Canon S90 on the crowd.
The photo above is perhaps the best: the central subject fetishized, the public zipping by, and one woman in the background smiling knowingly towards the lens.
If you asked me what is my favorite Japanese uniform, I would say the mask: ubiquitous, a sign of danger inbound or outbound, of dubious functionality, and quintessentially Japanese. Above this boy rocks his mask with ipod, shaggy orange perm, and the skinny pants tucked inside some girlish boots. I am slayed.
Continue seeing and reading more after the jump.
Just slightly older than my mother, Yoko Ono continues being fabulous and creative. Great article profiles her life (school with imperial family members), haiku writer at 4 and a half years old, conceptual musician and then artist. With son Sean Lennon as producer, she’s just released a new album, “Between my head and the sky.”
And, as the photo attests, she’s not shy about revealing some decolletage!
This subway poster caught my attention. I don’t now what is more impressive: the immaculately teased hair, the strange expressions, the apparent lasciviousness, or the vision of one never-ending series of detached heads. The ad is for Lotte’s Acuo, perhaps a breath mint. Maybe my dear readers can identify the model?
For no particular occasion, my father-in-law (ぎりのお父さん) gave me this super-kawaii (かわいい)pig keychain. When you push the button on his head, he snorts and lights a beam. He’s my new friend. Thanks, dad!