Yes, there’s a large blue sheet, shaving cream, and lots of water. But mostly I was checking out the guy on the ground. Unsure what was going on, but obviously entranced by the spectacle. Super moe! More later.
Sun and wind with perfect summer clouds made for a great beach day. Screaming yankiis, tattoos, a pink donut, and good friends.
A deft hand-move opens up the view of the scary shark with mouth open wide. Viewed from chilly Tokyo, it’s an invitation to another reality.
As I’ve joked before, Tokyo has more than its share of strange building names, which seem to only increase in senselessness with the poshness of the neighborhood. I’ve ridiculed Movements, Zesty Minami-Koenji, Decent, and one of my favorites Cram Place.
This is a lovely modern apartment tower, lots of exterior raw concrete, beautiful balconies and views, a kindergarden on the ground floor, near good restaurants and mature trees, a place I would love to live in.
Yet, passing that name every day would be too much, right? “Selfista” reminds me of too English words: selfish, and self-fister which sounds like the master of an extreme sexual practice.
Tokyo Moe 