I’ve arrived in the final city of my Japanese tour, Osaka. I’m killing time in my hotel room at the moment waiting for the sun to go down so the neon and the night lights can come alive. I’m feeling a little blue that my adventures here are coming to a close, there is always so much to see and never enough time. I promise you Japan, I will return. And soon.
Tomorrow morning I leave for Osaka. Take care of yourself Tokyo, I will be back as soon as I can manage.
The Gold Suit adventures continue, but this time I was able to talk my friend and tour manager Mark D. into wearing the suit and posing for me. I had a total blast, thanks Mark.
More interesting and creative uses of the English word “Black” in Japan:
Some stickers I found at Tokyu Hands.
A clothing store in Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan.
The best department store in the world is Tokyu Hands in Japan. Tokyu Hands is a chain of multi-floored shopping that spans everything, I mean, e v e r y t h i n g, you could possibly ever need. except clothes. they have those too, but they aren’t much to blog about. Anyone who has ever been to Tokyo, Osaka, or any major metropolitan city within Japan can attest to the magnificence and glory that an afternoon spent browsing through Tokyu Hands brings to their life. If you visit Japan and skip Tokyu Hands, I’d argue you missed Japan. Where else can I buy a new watch, some gorgeous paper and a beautiful pen, some toys, a ingot of solid copper, a new suitcase, some light snacks, and a full body GOLD SUIT COSTUME any time of the year. Forgive me, I couldn’t resist the temptation. I saw the costume and immediately a photo project leapt into my mind: Gold costume and routine life moments. Why not. I know it might seem that I am a brash American tourist throwing my Western whims in the face of the conservative, reserved Japanese, but I assure you, I only donned the costume (or had a friend don the costume) in private places and we tried to keep a low profile. This whole adventure began with me wearing the suit on the shinkansen to Tokyo. Here’s a few of the best shots, with photo credit going to Lucas Cotterman.
Well Nagoya, it’s been real. But I have to move on. See, Daddy’s a traveling man and he needs to keep moving so he can afford you. I’m off to Tokyo via the Shinkansen today and I am looking forward to being back in the hustle-bustle that is Shibuya. I leave you with this tilt-shift fake I made of the view from the Nagoya TV tower yesterday.
More uses of the word “Black” in Japan.
Not exactly sure what services Blacky Personal provides for Nagoya, but damn I’m curious.
I’d definitely say that cigarettes will have a Black Impact. On your lungs. Har har.
Black Stone Restaurant in Nagoya, Japan.
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