Thursday, May 17, 2012

Freedom (in Tokyo)

Or, perhaps freedom is a last minute trip to Japan, while donning metallic nails and another blue romper, and...




Running around HarajukuMeiji-jingu Temple, Ramen, Takeshita Street (where Harajuku girls live and shop to J-pop), Crepes.  Forever 21 Romper, Juicy Couture Charmbracelet, OPI DS Radiance Nail Polish.





Seeing amazing, out of this world, large architectural storefronts for designers in Ginza and Omote-sando.  Tod's. Prada. Mikimoto. Bape.


Walking through the Tsukiji Fish Market at 5 a.m. to wait in line for sushi at the highly recommended Daiwa Sushi.  Seven Roxanne Distressed Skinny Jeans, Coach Flats, Fluxus Tee, Kenna-T Leather Jacket, Library Scarf, Louis Vuitton Damier Neverfull Bag.



Catching some sumo (at the cleanest sports arena imaginable, where a woman actually thanked me after coming around to pick up my trash).


Crossing the Shibuya intersection from both angles and watching the sea of people (men in bespoke suits and women mobbing in heels and the latest frilly skirt or knee highs), day and night. 

Think NYC multiplied by ten with incredibly nice, polite people who do not bump into you and would likely chase you down, putting their life at risk, to hand back the cash you dropped, and then thank you for taking the time to stop (e.g., after my credit card fell out of my pocket on the train, a man dashed off the train - even though it was not his stop - and followed me down the stairs to give it to me, thanked me, and then sprinted back to get back on the train).

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