So this is what we’re missing in Brazil. Now. Thanks Tumblr!
I love seeing crowds of men in yukata. And these are very understated.
What was I expecting? Somehow these white suits and the plastic booties on top of the worker’s New Balance tennis shoes don’t seem nearly protective enough for nuclear power plant cleanup. These photos are from J-Village, a soccer training camp converted into operations base for cleaning up Fukushima. I worry about these men at this toxic disaster that used to power Tokyo.
Both unflattering (Wimpus Japonica) and kind of complete animated video explaining Japan’s “herbivores,” the young men (perhaps 30%?) who are eschewing sex for domesticity, fashion, and the company of other well dressed young men.
The 1 minute 30 second video covers post-Bubble austerity, a new rejection of hetero sexuality as consumption, Japan’s declining birth rate, and gender boundary crossing. (Via Mutant Frog Travelogue).
Alas, dear readers, this is my final Seijin no Hi photo. Perhaps the culmination of all the other photos. For reasons not made clear to this foreigner, the joyous 20 year olds are posing with one of them in the air with his legs spread wide. A particularly fetching boy seems to be reaching his hand towards legs-spread-wide’s groin.
I can only imagine how much more fun happened after they got drunker. There’s something practically Muslim about how almost all Japanese socializing is same sex. I love it!
Sorry I missed seeing the Grand Slam Tokyo. This judo sport suggests more than the struggle for victory. Majorly moe!
Who can argue with the message, “Schoolgirls, Be Ambitious”? Shouldn’t girls dream of working in space? But there’s something unnerving about this image of junior high school girls in short uniform skirts floating about the space station rocking out with headphones. Does showing off their legs improve their performance, or are they providing creepy old men a view from below? Adding to the nonsense, this is an ad from a clothing company “East Boy” with a statue of liberty logo on girls’ socks.
From a series of 10 photos of drunken Japanese salary men in public.
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.
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