We were in Tokyo during the Obon period, which is when the Japanese go back to their hometowns and take to the street in traditional garb.
I especially love how the yukatas and kimonos trawl alongside the contemporary-clad folk. The juxtaposition is just fascinating. Tells you a lot about the Japanese style identity: bold, individualistic, diverse and irreverantly inspiring.
Guy on the extreme left almost had a wardrobe malfunction twice, much to his friends’ amusement. And ours.
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keep sane, calamity jane. 