After all, there's nothing like arriving in style at the uberluxurious thrift store ! (don't worry, kids: this was just a treat. i can't even afford subway fare back home)
oh, cool buildings abound in the Daikanyama neighborhood (shout out 1: thanks joshua!), home of cool boutiques (like APC) and thrift stores that sell shit they bought in the states that you're just buying back from them.
i had lunch at the popular noodle place where you order your meal from a vending machine, pass the ticket under the curtain in your personal booth and eat some fucking delicious noodles.
like this shit was gooder than Cup O Noodles.
In the Shinjuku neighborhood (remember, from Lost in Translation?), a sea of people, and i mean a fucking mean sea of people, is a little overwhelming.
You basically had to swim (get it?) through the sea of... yea.. you get it...
these fucking vending machines were ridiculously ubiquitous... as were, strangely enough, asian people.
oh, shit. i forgot to tell you there's a tunnel running parallel to the elevators in my hotel with floating art. they let me hop in at some point to see if these weird-ass things multiply
This crazy image of Shinjuku is 100% accurate in reflecting the hood at night.
the Prada store for the gays.
H&M/commes de garcon opened up today, which was a big deal considering they had about 8 cops for pedestrian control (not to mention the exhaustive line-up to get in was as long as the qeue at eastern bloc on a wednesday night)
I played the tourist by visiting Park Hyatt (Lost in Translation), where it effortlessly harbored the best views of the city.
But I obviously didn't care much.
Until next time!! Hai! Hai ! Hai!!
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