Sometimes I like looking at photos on Tokyo street fashion sites – all the cute kids with their quirky fashions, seriously it’s all a lie. It’s not Tokyo street fashion at all.
I mean “Harajuku with a bit of Kichijoji and Koenji thrown in for good measure street fashion” is a bit of a mouthful, but that’s really what it is. That’s a very, very tiny area of Tokyo and sure, you might see someone in a whimsical boater hat and bow tie elsewhere in Tokyo, but it’s pretty rare – just like I used to sometimes see a chick dressed Goth Lol outfits at Resi station.
There is nothing wrong with showing the most innovative and out there fashions around but it’s not not a true representation of Tokyo.
One of my “I’d do this if I could be arsed” ideas is to start a Real Tokyo Street Fashion blog. The people I see in my neighbourhood, the people I see when I go out. I’d expose the truth.
Pretty much, as I see it, most Japanese fashion is as bland as it comes. Most Japanese girls are terrified of being considered hade (showy; loud; gay; flashy; gaudy), to actually wear anything interesting. Even if I could fit into anything in shop the shops here (the mainstream shops where everything stops around an Australian size 10), most of it is so blerky beige and pale pink.
When I first came to Tokyo, I was expecting to be swept away by the awesome fashion I’d see everywhere. Instead, the streets were filled with girls in short-shorts and ugg boots. Even ignoring the “never, ever, under fear of death, wear ugg boots out of the house… well okay maybe to the milk bar…” upbringing I had in Australia, this was about 2 years after the ugg boot trend everywhere else. Girls still wear them now.
There are also a heap of unspoken rules. Like after a certain date you can’t wear short sleeves. Doesn’t matter how hot it is, you have to stick to the rules.
At the moment, I’m trying to decipher the rules about wearing shorts. There seems to be some kind of ratio between your fat and your age and the length of the shorts you wear. Very young, very thin and you can wear shorts with your butt cheeks hanging out (well if you weren’t Japan and actually had butt cheeks to hang). Get a bit older or a bit fatter and you wear them mid-thigh. And, it seems once you hit about 30 or so, you give up on shorts altogether and just roll up your jeans to mid-calf (teamed, of course, with a Muji tunic of a non-descript colour).
Luckily I’m not Japanese and don’t understand the rules so I can be old and fat and wear shorts. I can even wear shorts with magenta tights. I might get “the look” but this is me, this is how I dress.