I’ve always had a thing for embarrassing myself, for as long as I can remember. Now that it’s finally warmer and sunnier there are more and more people on the streets, so much so that I’m considering going with my bike on the street instead of the pedestrian walks due to the non-existent bike lanes in my city, but I’m saving that rant for sometime else. My point is that the more people are around to see me fuck up, the more plain humiliating my fuck up gets. Yesterday, when I wore this outfit, was a brilliant, sunny day, the type of day in which everyone goes out for walks. I was out myself, to meet with a friend and have a stroll in the local Botanical Garden and I was in a hurry when I noticed two gorgeous guys approaching. They were both staring at me (everybody was, I guess the bow was a little too much) and as they passed me by, they smiled. I smiled back, cockily even. Then I slipped, I twisted my ankle and threw myself against the building on my left so as not to fall on my hands and knees before the guys. In that moment I just closed my eyes waited for them to pass me so I could lay down on the ground and wait for it to swallow it together with my shame. My cheeks are burning from embarrassment as I’m typing and I wish I could hide under the blanked and avoid coming out for a while.
Ok, I might be exaggerating a little bit, I mean, there are way worse stuff happening in this world, I know, I know, but I feel terrible about it. Hopefully my fuck up will make you feel better about anything embarrassing you’ve been through today
When I asked people the first three words that come to their mind if they think about Japan the words I heard most of the time were skyscrapers, robots, anime, cosplay, everything related to the industrialized and Japan’s urban area. So many people tend to forget how breathtakingly beautiful and unique the Japanese nature is. Hell, where else can you see monkeys crossing the road in front of you? It happened to me once, there are hundreds on mountain monkeys in more remote areas.
Anyway, I strayed from the subject of this post a little, as I usually do. In my second trip to Japan I visited the Yamadera temple, lovated in a tiny mountain city with the same name. The temple was founded over 1000 years ago, in 860, under the official name Risshakuji and its grounds extend high up a steep mountainside. Yamadera, its popular name can be translated as mountain temple.
The holy complex is pretty popular due to Basho’s (a famous haiku poet) visit. A statue of him and an inscription of his famous poem can be found in the lower area, unfortunately I didn’t know that at the time of my visit. His poem (Shizukesaya / Iwa ni shimiiru / Semi no koe) can be translated or more likely interpreted (Japanese is really difficult to literally translate, mot a mot) in two ways: “This pervasive silence / Enhanced yet by cicadas simmering” and “Silence and penetrating into the rocks — the cry of the cicada”.
Now that spring is slowly settling in (although here it snowed yesterday, out of the blue) we have less and less excuses to sit indoors all day long. During winter it was cold, or it was cloudy, or windy, or snowy, the amount of reasons we could push forward for watching a movie or reading a book were countless, while lately the daylight lasts longer, the snow has melted and it’s sunny and warm. Where are your excuses now? I miss the forests, I miss the seaside, the lakes… I miss going out in parks instead of cafes, hearing the birds sing, laying on grass…
The forests are definitely the ones I miss most. First of all, they’re beautiful and mysterious and in summer it’s always a little colder within them so that’s a huge white ball, but what I like most about them is that they’re the only place in which I can be alone and not feel lonely. I’ve always liked sharing time with myself, but sadly I can’t do it much because I always start feeling that annoying hole in my chest. Even while I’m taking a bath, sometimes I have to cut it short and go talk to somebody, anyone, just to make that empty feeling go away. In forests, though, I’m at peace. The only things that scare me are snakes, but otherwise I could spend hours by myself walking, or just reading in the shadow of a tree and not feel that fear.
Forest rant aside, I think everybody takes inspiration from nature and it has always been a part or us (some need to remember that, though). Whether they’re flowers or wolves or the sea, nature plays a big part in fashion too. Patterns, embroideries, flowy textures and fabrics, one way or another, it’s almost always there, don’t you think so?
Even though I woke up a few hours ago, my body is still has that numb feeling and my eyes keep closing lazily, as if I just woke up. I had an amazing week, it’s almost too good to be true. It was tiring, though, so I wish I could go back to sleep and reward myself with some lazy time, but I have some chores to do (my wardrobe exploded a few minutes ago) and I should really get out of the house soon, for it’s incredibly warm (for February). I’ll leave you with some weekend inspiration and I hope you’ll have an amazing time!
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As the title says, I fell in love with Sapporo. To be honest while traveling north I always kind of missed Tokyo and didn’t look forward to reaching Hokkaido’s biggest city. But oh, when we did! It was love at first sight!
I think I got attached to it because it’s roughly the same size as my hometown, rather small and somehow more welcoming and safe than huge cities such as Tokyo. It’s a lot harder to get lost and a lot easier to find your way around due to it’s street structure (blocks like in New York). All in all a clumsy people (me) friendly city!
In the picture above you can see the back of the Sapporo station. I found the starry clock on the building very beautiful.
If I can remember correctly these pictures were taken in the park close to Sapporo’s City Hall. Look how beautiful the lotuses are!
A really interesting thing about Sapporo is its underground mall. Me and my cousin had to wander a bit before finding it, but when we did I also stumbled upon the first Liz Lisa shop! I bought two beautiful dresses and a jacked and I fell in love with the shop staff’s style. There I discovered gyaru.
Here is the entrance on a typical Japanese shopping street. Narrow, cluttered with all kinds of shops and people, a mess. A beautiful mess, that is.
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