I wonder if this guard is trained to defend the imperial grounds, or to simply look good in a suit? Those eyebrows are sharp enough to cut a winter tomato.
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.
This man is clearly not afraid of patterns. What I love is how he’s matched his socks, bag, and inside of his hoodie. Ah, Tokyo. Always coordinated, and sometimes outrageous!
These dance moves make me hopeful. Genki Sudo’s “World Order.” (Via Joe My God).
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!
Soon there was a horde of hot young 20 year olds combining traditional dress with big fried hair and excess testosterone. It didn’t take long for them to start falling all over each other, lit cigarettes in hand. I hope that they needed to pose for me, as much as I enjoyed their antics. I especially like how you can see inside the fallen boy’s skirt, I mean, “hakama” (袴).
This photo series is indebted to the chubby guy with the pink kimono who noticed my not subtle lurking and photographing. He called his friends for a huge yankii group pose on this important day that celebrates youths’ new ability to drink, smoke, get married, and other fun stuff.
Check out Danny Choo’s website for professional photos and more attention on the ladies. I focused strictly on the urban yankii male. It’s easy to be sex-specific in Japan because so many adults and teens socialize almost entirely with members of the same sex.
My first observation is that only the most bad-ass men are wearing kimonos, hakama, and haori. Many of their peers are wearing cheap suits, and spending all their vanity on their glorious hair: dyed, permed, back-combed, gelled, sprayed, and sculpted. Basically a junior salaryman look with extra attention on hair and eyebrows.
The next posts will focus more on rough-housing, misplaced energy, and male intimacy.
Have you heard of Renho? She’s a single-name DPJ politician in charge of rooting out wasteful spending. Not only does she have a single name, she always wears crisp white suits! Plus, she’s Taiwanese, a former news anchor, and graduate of a very upper class university. In the photo above, she’s campaigning in front of Nakano’s JR station for our recent local, ward election. Wish I had seen her in person!!
I am not sure why bad boy x-sumo champion Asashoryu is posing next to Japan’s medal-winning wrestlers. But I like it! It’s funny to see a sumo big boy in a conservative suit, and the wrestlers outfits are revealing. I love combinations of unrelated masculinity. More is definitely better ^^
What is hotter than a white suit and a fountain of jet black hair shooting high and spilling low? Nothing! This couple looks very much in love, and there’s a bonus third skinny guy.