From the walls of tokyo.

My best friend is moving to Tokyo. I am jealous even though she's none too ecstatic about the move. I am beyond excited for her; the moment she told me I started googling everything about tokyo. Everything is so cool over there. So I found some awesome pics of Japanese style: not the kind of eccentric 'harajuku-wanna be-anime-doll' fashion. But real bad ass street style.

This is Harajuku style. Just not a-la Gwen Stefani.

I am in LOVE with that tote bag: "Punk in the afternoon" haha.

Everyone knows I love nothing more than a floral skirt and rock tee love pair.

As a member of the Kiss Army...I must get her shirt. And the perfection of her hair puts my bob to shame.

Okay, fine...It's neon. Not a fan of neon since walmart sold this hideous neon lace bodysuit lingerie thing that literally made me want to burn the whole building down. Hideous. Plain HIDEOUS. But this girl looks adorable.

Ah! I love mixing prints. Only I can't get away with it because I am a 5'7 America Jew. I just look ridiculous. The shirt she is wearing is radical. I must find one.

I love his bow tie. It would be nice to see a guy wear something other than baggy jeans and t-shirts. Blegh.

Hug fan of layering. Love the red in her hair.

Just had to point out the doll necklace. And I'm not sure but I think her earring is a traffic light.

This shirt has a sort of Quentin Tarantino feel to it. At least to me it does. And I LOVE Quentin Tarantino.

Thats just a few pics of the radical style no white American could EVER pull off. Especially not yours truly. Looks like I'll continue google stalking Tokyo for now. I'm hoping to jump the pond and visit her one of these days. But for now I am content with surfingthe internet. And kudos to me...thanks to my bud's big move...I am now all inspired by Harajuku and Kawaii.