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Only in Japan

27 Jan

Does anyone else see anything wrong with this picture?

A guy is sitting on the train with his head shoved up the sleeve of his jacket and the guy next to him is busy emailing, or reading the news… totally oblivious to the situation.

The entire time I am thinking… whether he is in trouble. Maybe he has accidently gotten his head stuck up his sleeve and fainted because of overheating. I mean it must be very hot inside the sleeve of a down jacket. But on the other hand, maybe I have turned a little Japanesey and am afraid to draw attention to myself by approaching others and engaging in a little human interaction.

In any case, I hope that this guy made it home safely. Who knows… maybe he’s on to something and this could be the next “big thing” in the world of fashion.


Musings on Japan

19 Jan

Ok. So I’ve just moved into a new apartment. And tonight, I saw one of the people I share the building with. There are 8 people altogether living under one apartment block, divided by one thin wall each in between us. I wonder if anyone knows who’s living next to them. It struck me today when I saw that guy walking up those hard wooden steps and entering one of the single units that I call home.  Such a solitary existence.
I think Tokyo is such a lonely city. There are so many people on this little island, yet Tokyo-ites are I think one of the most solitary beings in this world.  They travel to and from work, on the same train probably with the same people and not noticing a single one. Is it just me or does everyone in Tokyo have glass eyes? And by that I mean eyes that reflect away everyone apart from themselves.


Maybe that’s one of the reasons why people in Tokyo can dress the way they do. It’s a rebellion against the way their own society is structured. A society based upon a retraction into themselves. Maybe that’s the only space they can own.

Shibuya Girls by Jukka Vuokko.

It’s so easy to be anonymous here. I’ve only lived here for 6 months, but I feel like I can be anyone I want to be. I can act and dress like any persona I wish to create that day. Who knows, maybe it’s the fact that I have no past here. No one knows me and it’s just like starting from zero.
But all you have to do is look around you.

Walk around Shibuya and see the girls with the fake hair and faces full of make up.  In any other country, they would be stalked and harassed like nobody’s business. On the streets of Tokyo this sight is so common no one blinks an eye, no one takes a second glance.

Tokyochii desu

17 Jan

Introducing myself.

I am an Aussie who graduated from fashion design in Melbourne and living in Tokyo in hopes of one day having the chance to make some sort of money from my designs. Something that I have realised in the past week is more common in Tokyo than I had thought. Amanda and I work together (English teaching, surprise surprise), which makes me think about all the creatives out there stuck in jobs they hate in the process of finding the one they want.

I think most gaikokujin or maybe only the ones I’ve met in Tokyo are here in pursuit of some kind of design or creative opportunity. This is really the place to do it in my opinion. There is so much freedom of expression, probably because no one really takes notice of each other here. It’s easy to turn a little Japanesey and start conforming in the only way the Japanese know how. To stand out.

Photo of Black Lolita fashion in Harajuku, TokyoJapanese Fashion - Maid Cosplay by Adrian.N.