Harajuku street fashion

It’s true, Tokyo is my fashion spiritual homeland and there is actually nowhere I would rather spend my days and nights than wandering the lanes and streets of Harajuku, where the hair is candy coloured and coiffed to dishevelled perfection, the platforms, wedges and stacked heels are higher than recommended, the makeup is applied with all the fervour of a born again religious zealot on judgement day, the prints are clashed with reckless abandon, and trends are born, worn and reworked years before we adopt them in the rest of the world.  Or we don’t, since some of the micro trends here never get outside of Shinjuku, Shibuya or Harajuku.  Nicky D and I just spent a cold & windy weekend there people watching, trend spotting, communicating badly in broken Japanese, and snapped some photos of the cute fashionista kids we met

Dip dye hair and lots of red with a nineties flavour
Bones, Back combed hair, Shredded tights, Leopard, Darkness, many many shopping bags
Dreamy Lilac Hair and scalloped coat with Parisian print dress and supa sweet Par Avion purse!

”Pretty

”Sweet