HOMELESS
english\\\\i have no more home. keep my stuff into a couple of friends' houses. go to laurens party. in his 2500 dollars per month apartment. a handful of people has come. better for me. i stay to sleep. dream about istambul and about the thing of the dwarf who plays street fighter right next to me. wake up and the dwarf is already gone. the rest still sleeps. i start bursting little vynil bubbles. i wake the rest of them up. we go to have lunch. the after-lunch conversation is the usual boring after-lunch conversation from tokyo. but longs as though two hours. everybody leaves. lauren and i go back to his flat. we play street fighter until 8. chinchun arrives. we make margueritas. eat in th konbini. go to a bar's opening party in roppongi. we are surrounded by japanese pop idols. we get into the vip area. more j-pop idols, the morning musumes among others. everybodys drinking perignon. but everybodys villager. we file towards another party at velours in aoyama. of course nobody pays nothing. they serve us floods of peri. sonin pass me coke. its the good one. but everybodys villager in here as well. anyways we are drunk and high, better than nothing at all. they take us to another party. ROPPONGI AGAIN. we enter free and straight to the vip area. who are these dorks that are giving us all? this time there are supermodels. the most famous is the best. mmm i think everything i`m wearing is presents. so must she. there`s a gorilla looking at us badly. i`m talking with the girl he likes, i think, a blondie who at least has certain notion of world. the gorilla gets sick and takes me out of my seat. kind of carefully though. he is a beast, before things go worse, it`d be better to get out of here. anyways everybody is villager here as well. but the supermodels. especially the most famous. we walk around roppongi for a while. bullies, whores, new riches, frustrated salary men, megalomaniac foreigners and no-class-fashionistas. we get bored. we are drunk. we take the train. i have no place to go back. i think i go to sleep with chinchun.
concept: THEFASHIONRAMONE
photos: SHINGO
model: GALLERMIC [ANTIMODEL]
hair: SHIMA [NARACHAN]
makeup: WITHOUT MAKEUP [by THEFASHIONRAMONE]
polka dot pijama shirt: NO BRAND [BIRTHDAY PRESENT]
leggings: USED
tshirt: DOLCE&GABBANA [FOUND]
jacket: UNIQLO [BORROWED]
bow tie: USED [PRESENT]
socks: TOPMAN [PRESENT]
bag: ILIAD [PRESENT]
shoes: TOKYO BOPPER [PRESENT]
español\\\\me quedo sin casa. reparto mis cosas entre dos amigos. voy a la fiesta de lauren. en su piso de 2500 dolares al mes. han venido 4 gatos. mejor para mi. me quedo a dormir. suenio con estambul y con el chisme del enano que juega street fighter a mi costado. despierto y el enano ya se ha ido. el resto sigue durmiendo. me pongo a reventar burbujitas de vinilo. despierto a los demas. nos vamos a almorzar. la sobremesa es la acostumbrada sobremesa aburrida de tokyo. pero dura como dos horas. se van todos. me regreso con lauren a su piso. jugamos street fighter hasta las 8. viene chinchun. preparamos margaritas. comemos en el konbini. nos vamos a la inauguracion de un bar en roppongi. estamos rodeados de idolos del j-pop. nos metemos a la zona vip. mas j-pop idols, las morning musume entre otros. todos beben perignon. pero todos son unos pueblerinos. enfilamos hacia a otra fiesta en velours de aoyama. por supuesto nadie paga nada. nos sirven peri a mares. sonin me pasa coca. es de la buena. pero aqui tambien todos son pueblerinos. igual estamos borrachos y duros, mejor que nada. nos llevan a otra fiesta. OTRA VEZ ROPPONGI. entramos sin pagar nada y directo a la zona vip. ¿quienes son estos gilipollas que nos estan regalando todo? esta vez hay supermodelos. la mas famosa es la mejor. mmm creo que todo lo que llevo puesto es regalado. lo mismo debe ser ella. hay un gorila que nos queda mirando feo. yo estoy conversando con la chica que le gusta, creo, una rubia que por lo menos tiene cierta nocion de las cosas. el gorila se encabrita y me saca de mi asiento. aunque con cierto cuidado. es una bestia, mejor retirarse antes de que se pongan peores las cosas. igual aqui tambien todos son unos pueblerinos. menos las supermodelos. sobre todo la mas famosa. andamos por roppongi un rato. matones, putas, nuevos ricos, asalariados frustrados, giris megalomanos y fashionistas sin clase. nos aburrimos. estamos borrachos. cogemos el tren. no tengo adonde regresar. creo q me voy a dormir con chinchun.
Labels: homeless tokyo
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ya know, i wanna see this messy silly homeless at platform. by Aya(staCie from mixi)
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