Lost in Translation part 2

It's always nice to have a private driver + Rolls Royce at your beck and call when you're so over the subway.

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!!

something fishy in Tokyo

i thought it would be nice to give the Peninsula hotel Tokyo a review (considering it opened less than a year ago with unfavorable timing (economy)) so i jetted over to the land of the rising sun (NOT forgetting my passport, thanks) to give it some editorial love...

The Peninsula hotel chain is one of the most fanciest schmaciest in the world (Peninsula Chicago is the top-rated US hotel).

My view of Ginza was off the chinkizzle.

not to mention my deluxe bathroom with like 40 control pads. talk about complicated royalty. at least the seat was heated, and the toilet lid came up automatically (sensor), with the seat lifting at the push of the button. There's also this button that has water squirting up your a-hole... "butt" let's not go there. .

oh, my other window had views of the imperial palace and preserved dirty moat !

of course the first thing i did was have a nice sushi meal !

it was either that or this....

ginza is the most recognized area in tokyo with a million shops and 24543 million people.

i was told a trip to tokyo wasn't complete without a visit to the Tsukiji Fish Market, the biggest "port" in the world. These 200-lb tunas don't stand a fucking chance.

hey, look! it's the notorious blow fish!

tuna heads as vendor stall furnishings are all the rage.

naturally, i hopped on the subway to experience a ratless (and white people-less) commute.

oh, wait, let's talk about the art. it's, like, le everywhere.

and pretty fucking cool

coolier

cooliest

here are the honky journalists who made me get on my knees at the Meiji temple.

speaking of getting on my knees...

what's fucked up in tokyo is that you can't smoke on the streets. how violating !!!

i ended up at harajuki to max out my credit cards (no lie)

i'll get you, tokyo!!!


to be continued...

go obama!

celebratory motorcyles set on fire on my street!

miami beach wedding crashers

so last weekend was my best bitch's wedding. i've known katie since that first pill of ecstacy in high school. she's (finger wag) fierce !


she got married on lincoln road at a small chapel. that's so Miami. (actually, i don't think it is but it sounded cool too say)

afterward, people on the street stopped to see the celebrity that escorted the newlyweds. Sorry, fans, that I did not have a pen for autographs.

margaret is my bitch #2 and it touches my heart to see that she's cut back substantially on drinking.

bitches and hot hos. and a little girl meditating behind us.

can you believe that katie's paid photographer was 7 years old?

Her new hubby angelo makes more money that me and my past 6 lives. fyi. jk. i have no idea how much he makes. jk. not really.

i asked for smiles and got girls gone wild.

speaking of guys i want to have sex with, here's what's his name, a personal trainer at david barton. swoon!

dragica knows how to ride that aiden train. rain won't stop the reception at the raleigh!

oh, i'm sorry.. but who picks the best ipod tunes?

later margaret and i met up with the gays at some gay ass gay club where this hot straight go go dancer and her... did stuff....

i got stuck with the ugly one. but he liked rubbin his woodchop on my thigh... i love weddings!