A hot summer day. On the way to the gay beach party with friends.
It’s true that some salarymen wear the boring and cheap clothes, and have poor hygiene. Yet some really out-do themselves in self-presentation. I love the super saturated blues of the Goyard bag and pin stripe-suit, the complementary tones of hair, tan, and shoes. Why is his tongue sticking out slightly in the above photo?
With their angry fists, now I think they are both psycho. Thanks, Japan, for not offering me the vote. Still, I would not recommend these two by their looks. Though I like how they keep their daddy-son relationship ambiguous: pair look with matching black suits, button down collars and no ties. Clearly inter-generational, but is it biological, political, or sexual?
Taiho, one of Japan’s great yokozuno sumo champions, had a lavish funeral with mountains of white flowers. Current champion Hakuho led the mourning. Taiho was very hot in his youth. He was half-Ukranian and born in the Soviet Sakhalin island, which are claimed by the Japanese as the Karafuto island.
For those unmoved by emperors and princesses, one of the most re-assuring and pleasurable sites at the Emperor’s address on January 2 of each year is the extravagant display of uniformed protection. With his yellow analog megaphone, white gloves, and pillowy lips, this policeman is welcome to tell me what to do.
The story about cooking expert Yoshiko Tatsumi was certainly not about this, but I couldn’t help noticing how hot her “pre-war construction industry executive” daddy was in the early 1930s. Why don’t today’s men look to that fine example of manhood?