Women’s Fashion in Japan (a short introduction)
It’s been a while since my last post. I’ve been thinking for a while what I should write about next; not because I do not have anything to write about, but because there’s tons to talk about and it’s hard to just pick one subject. I really want to talk about fashion, so I’m doing that today, but only women’s fashion. There is way too much to talk about if I would try to talk about both genders in one article.
For anyone that knows a little about the male brain probably knows that there are more male geniuses and more fucked-up (psychopaths, sociopaths, as well as those that are mentally disabled) males. This is women’s fashion in Japan.
The average outfit of many Japanese women is really nice and probably very expensive. Most of the time it matches well. The really good ones can get some things to match that you wouldn’t have guessed would go well with each other. That’s the good part.
The bad part is that some either try too hard and others just suck at fashion, but still try. Both end up really bad. I really wanted to take some pictures, but it’s not an easy thing to take pictures of people and pretend like you’re not taking pictures of people. Since I couldn’t take any pictures, I have some items that some Japanese women like to wear.
1. High heels with pointy ends. All colors, all styles, but pointy ends.
2. Camo pants. Does this look good on anyone?
3. Skirts (many of them are quite short).
4. Cowboy boots and hats. I really wish I knew why.
Sometimes wearing one (or more) of these works. Sometimes it’s a train wreck. No matter what, it’s something to look at.

No pics? That won’t do. I know an Israeli guy who will tell you everything you wanted to know about taking covert pictures of girls. I think there’s a shoe-mirror involved.
Take pictures anyway. Pretend like you are some bigshot American artist and scoff at anyone who scoffs at you for taking pictures of them. C’mon represent the eccentricities that people assume with pride.
Better yet, take video, and make it in the form of a documentary. A documentary about panty vending machines … c’mon chase, we’re counting on you.