Popularly known as Japan's fashion street, Harajuku taught me that fashion is spelled as passion. It's not what you see on mannequins, magazines and shows that matters, but what you are confident and comfortable putting on, whether you are within the walls of your room or under the scrutiny of wicked eyes.
Harajuku is the place...
where individuals troop with their own fashion and be one with the crowd
where cosplayers and snappers are both interesting subjects to photograph
where you can consider the world as your living room and sit as if nobody cares
where you can brightly dress up, look around and just be merry
where rainbow colors are not seen in the sky but on trendy hair
where wearing unmatched socks doesn't mean poverty but style
where you can isolate yourself from everything, put on your mask and get lost in your thoughts
where getting up from a fall is as lovely as red roses in summer
where the chic and the plain pose for a memento of their encounter.
All shots were taken on September 26, 2009. My little brother, Daryl, took me for a walk in Tokyo and we ended up at Shakey's catching up while eating unlimited pasta. He took the last photo. The other pictures were taken by my Pinky.