Yesterday's shrine festival crowds left me more wrecked than I admitted, so I drew the hottest bath I could and I'm not moving for a while. Tell me what I should do with myself after?
Yesterday's shrine festival crowds left me more wrecked than I admitted, so I drew the hottest bath I could and I'm not moving for a while. Tell me what I should do with myself after?
Last day of the Good Design Award show at Tokyo Midtown and I set an alarm to beat the crowd — worth it, the gallery's all mine and my coffee's still hot. This dress has been riding up every time I crouch for a closer look. Which exhibit should I linger at longest?
The Ramen Festa at Komazawa is down to its last stretch and I'm on bowl number three with zero regrets. This jacket has been sliding off one shoulder all afternoon and I've stopped fixing it. Tell me which shop I queue for next?
Halloween is technically over and I'm only just home — the costume survived the night better than I did. Half of it's already on the floor and the rest is negotiable. Want a say in what comes off next?
Opening day in Ikebukuro and my costume is already losing arguments with me — half the lacing gave up on the train and the crowd doesn't seem to mind. Come find me by the fountain?
The Ikebukuro festival opens tomorrow and I couldn't wait — full costume on, mirror lit by one lamp, at an hour nobody should be judging me. The lacing keeps coming loose and I've stopped pretending that's an accident. Guess which part comes off first?
The cosplay festival in Ikebukuro is two days out and my costume is still in pieces all over the floor. The top fits tighter than the listing promised and the zipper has opinions of its own. Come zip me up?
The film festival has me hopping between screenings all evening and I ducked into the lounge to recover — one glass in, and the second film is losing me. What would you drag me off to see instead?
The Yumeji exhibition at MOMAT is down to its quietest hour and every woman he painted wears that half-lidded look I can't stop copying. Caught my own reflection in the glass doing it too. Tell me honestly — who wore it better?
The Nebuta floats in Nakano just rolled past me glowing like nothing else in this city, and I claimed a curb before the crowd could. There's room for exactly one more person on it — come sit?