Young men dressed in kimonos celebrate turning 20 at Nakano Sun Plaza’s Seiji No Hi coming of age ceremony. Overheard, 「お大人になちゃった。」Roughly translated, it means, “Oh shit, we’ve become adults.” As usual, the heavily inebriated youth were extremely friendly to the lone foreign lurker. Congratulations, everyone, and good luck!
Vivian of Lost in Translation blog generously contributed this photo of a blonde yankii sprawled on the ground. Apparently, he was shouting “majiide” to protest the photo. I think he wants a lot of attention. Summer, we’re going to miss you!
I love everything to do with yankiis. Think big blond hair and maybe too much make-up. Chunky jewelry and glitter skulls and bones. So I was delighted to see Vice Fairy brand promoting their summer yukatas with a full schedule of the Tokyo fireworks season.
The husband gagged when he saw this image. It reminds me of John Waters saying that, for him as a filmmaker, an audience member’s vomiting is like a standing ovation.
I don’t usually post food photos here, but I have to make an exception for ramen. There is something so porky and so satisfying about this common food.
There must be hundreds of ramen shops in Nakano, each with its own version. My current favorite is “Yokohama” style, on south side of the JR station, and features yankii-ish young cooks who are always wear towels on their sweaty heads.
Ramen is a health food and spirit recharger. It’s like chicken soup for Japanese, only tastier. This post is timed for someone else’s religious holiday: see what you’re missing!
After two consecutive political images– not sure which is uglier, politicians buttholes or faces– I thought this blog needed some festive yankiis to balance out the male beauty spectrum.
These guys were selling drinks and street food at the Nichome Rainbow Festival two weeks ago. I love how they combine androgyny (hair clip, check!), damaged hair, towel as scarf, and a touch of punk (lip piercing, check!).
Now we’ve all seen the future of Japan, and can rest more easily!
Has anyone seen the J-drama called Kizarazu Cat’s Eye? Kathryn of Project Me wrote a wonderful review. It sounds full of boys love, yankiis, and costumes. I’ve borrowed these pix to motivate me to find this drama on the internets!
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).