Good day to you. It's the morning here in Tokyo and the dizziness is setting in. I've been here since Sunday and I'm weary. Besides feeling like I could fall asleep standing up, I'm in love with this city. From bygone seven seat bars that play Chet Baker in dusty and silent alleyways that to the incredible shopping (split toe Margiela boots on my mind) to the weird girls with crazy contact lenses, this city has its own way and I can see a time when it could very easily become my way.
I adore the grace of being a human here- from a small bow to a sense that everything is done the way it is done so as not to disturb the order, I'm down. And though many may find the endless rules and customs confining, I find them extraordinary. Everything here is done with respect and a sort of quiet compassion. I like that the decibel of conversation never reaches garish proportion, that the food is prepared with beauty and care, and that the subcultures here of Harajuku girls and bars where you can pet cats and the quiet din of traffic that never feels overwhelming is every day life here. There's a beauty and elegance that pervades at all turns, and though I am most likely going to start speaking in tongues and succumb to the cruel bitch of jet lag, I'm humbled by this experience and the magic powers of this expansive urban fantastic. Of the old, the new, and something other that is as balanced as the Meiji Shrine- a perfect and delicate mix of life, as it should be lived.
Feeling very lucky to be here and looking forward to more rounds of ice cold delicious beer, well ordered chaos, and seeing things in a very different way. I'll catch ya later- from Tokyo, with love. XO