It’s Golden Week in Japan, and you see the flag displayed on the streets more than usual. Yesterday was Constitution Memorial Day, commemorating the adoption of the constitution imposed by the US occupation after World War II. Mostly I think Japanese aren’t thinking anything about the meaning of the holiday or of national identity.
Except for this senior citizen on Omotesando, the Sunday of the Rainbow Parade last week. Maybe a reader knows which national sports uniform he’s wearing? The giraffe like flag pole and the hard hat make his national pride compete with any teenage look. For the record, I don’t think he had any idea that it was Rainbow Parade day.
Lastly, I wonder what the school children think when they see senior citizens walking by in outrageous costume? Does it secretly give them hope that one day they, too, will allow their self-expression to blossom?
Occasionally, I feel bad knowing how interested some of my readers are in Tokyo ladies, and how little I offer these readers. At this Nakano festivity, I was mesmerized by the psychedelic swirl of these dancing seniors.
I have terrible news to share from inner west Tokyo. This will be yet another summer of Crocs. You thought this ugly fad would have long passed, no? Recently I spotted Crocs worn by a yanki with gold lame accented sweats, as well as a rather stylish senior gentleman. The horror!
Still, I love the way this yanki is staring down my camera.
The dancing is comical and drunken in appearance. Each group coordinates their outfits, and practices the difficult steps and arm motions. The seniors looked like they were enjoying themselves, and were unequaled in their lascivious abandon.
Koenji’s Awa Odori is one of my favorite Tokyo street festivals. The senior in gold lame really rocks his outfit with diagonal primary color stripes and a patterned head cloth. Wow! I think he should be giving the young people some fashion lessons.
Here’s another image to give you an idea of how much people-watching fun this street fair affords.
In Tokyo, the seniors rock the fashion world in unexpected bursts of ostentation. I love how this grand daddy is mixing shorts and dark socks, white gloves and a dog in a sweater. I spotted him outside a public bathroom in one of my favorite urban parks. He seemed very popular with the ladies, and I am certain he is well known in these parts.