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.
These nearly naked Venezuelan pro-Ahmadinejad protesters/exhibitionist may seem far afield from Tokyo. But if we’ve learned anything in this time of instant image access, it’s that the potential for moe in our daily lives is increasing in every Twitter/Facebook millisecond.
I wonder who came up with the brilliant idea of placing their hero on their crotches. This loving tribute to the Iranian leader reminds me of the funeral of daddy Assad with a public mourner who had the deceased daddy tattooed on each of his (male) breasts.
I guess if the dicatator were inside you, it would be impossible to exhibit to others. The image also makes me wonder what the view from behind the protesters must look like. Thanks Hooman!
Tokyo Moe 