Saturday, June 14, 2008

Empty Streets.






Apparently not much goes on in Tokyo before noon and the streets are almost deserted.
I like it that way.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Insomnio.

Me caga el no poder dormir por que el no dormir me lleva a pensar.
Resulta que el pensar y yo no nos llevamos bien.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

This picture is in honor of our friend Nidhi.


She's in part responsible for me going there and I know she's a big fan.

Algo que no pasa muy a menudo.

Mi facha en lugares publicos.

Big shoes in Harajuku.

Some temple, I forgot it's name though.

Narita Airport.

Does my butt look big in these pants?

Shibuya Station.




Advertising galore!!!!!!

while we wait for more Tokyo scenes....

Here's the boy.

It's his blog after all.

This is what tokyo felt like to me.



To some people, Tokyo may seem intimidating, some may consider it cool. I will have to disagree with those two points.
To me, it seemed overwhelming at first sight, then it became as normal as any big city like New york, Mexico city, Madrid or Bombay.(Never been to the latter two but I know I'll go to at least one of them), after becoming normal I started noticing certain things like: Everything is so damn expensive, take clothes for instance, they sell a lot a crap for ridiculous amounts of money, stuff that feels cheap to the touch and overall looks bad by itself and, here's where the secret lies.
Japanese people have an awesome sense of style but its all owed to their magnificent knack for combining clothes.
That, and, the fact that they don't seem to give a rat's ass about conventionalism; Is what sets them apart from the rest of the world when it comes to fashion.
Some fashion photos coming your way later.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

I miss my boy.


Can't help it.

Vending machines in Tokyo sell hot happiness for 120 yen.

Yes indeed, Coffee in a can.

Jamesesdechicho goes global.

It's really early and Loulou is still asleep.

The view from room 2715 @ Tokyo pacific.

We arrived at Narita Airport yesterday at 4 in the afternoon (local time) Which for us was something like midnight.

What are they trying to tell me???????


Don't know what they were feeding us but it was delicious!!