My God, there are some weird and fascinating trends here:
Shiny puffer jackets with fur-trimmed hoods — mostly guys, but some girls. I might actually buy one.
Rabbit fur scarves, accessories & trim — people don’t seem the least bit bothered by real fur here. I confess I did buy some furry earmuffs.
Shorts with tights and boots — Guess that’s popular stateside too, but even more so here. Damn these skinny short Japanese legs. I can’t fit into any of the awesome legwear or boots here. But my lace-up sheepskin boots are all the Tokyo rage. Take that, haters!
Jackets with complicated toggle closures. I saw one gal with a single toggle undone and it looked like total fashion suicide. People are so well-kept here.
Crazy inventive fake eyelashes — way more adventurous than what you’d see stateside. And the fake lashes here are made for wider eyes, so they actually fit me!
I wish I could provide pics of some of the crazy fashion, but it’s too rude to snap shots of strangers. There are countless more weird things than I could even state here, but in a nutshell, EVERYBODY is putting on a show. Being in Toyko totally undoes any preconceptions about homogenous Japanese culture, like those shots you get of a million suit-and-tie-clad office workers — even if the uniform is, well, uniform, the dudes here mix it up with Bowie hair and crazy glasses and whatnot. So incredibly cool to see!







Less than one minute into my work day, my right sandal fell apart. Specifically, the two industrial staples and two deep nail/rivet things popped right out of the wooden footbed, leaving nothing to hold down the leather strap keeping my foot in the sandal. GRR!
A bunch of my coworkers have been sick lately, and I started to feel like I was coming down with something last Thursday and Friday. I was very determined not to let myself fall ill yet again this year, as I had had quite enough illness with that bout of mono that caused me to temporarily lose my job, thankyouverymuch. So I went on an Immunity Quest.
I had a weird little flashback to childhood the other day, when I came across an odd button in the elevator at my doctor’s office. The button, instead of reading “STOP” or “Emergency”, read RUN STOP, kind of like the old
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