Considering that Yoyogi Park’s much-pictured rockabilly dancers were one of the first things I ever saw in Tokyo, the disappointment of slowly finding out that all the city’s green spaces aren’t frequented by phenomenally quiffed fruggers has been decidedly difficult to deal with to say the least; however, on a recent Sunday saunter around Harajuku, it was nice to see that despite a certain amount of posturing,
and meticulous preparation,
the practice is not only ongoing, but is still, above everything else, focused very much on fun.
Along with the habit of happily flaunting far from fashionable fashion,
and more than a fair bit of flamboyance.