First of all, I don't scatter myself along the sidewalks of the famous
Harajuku Station in, well duh, Japan. Neither do I push myself in a parade of eccentricity called as Harajuku street style. If you don't know what that looks like, you can check out
Gwen Stefani's
Harajuku Girls or buy one of my fave mags (eew, the phrase is just too
Cosmo, too gay to swallow [uhmm, gay-er! {you say that while flicking your wrist, pouting your lower lip like a male cheerleader exclaiming "You go girlfriend!"])--
FRUiTS.

My real reason for adopting the title is--it just sounded cool, okay. Nothing to it. And it sounds pretty catchy, too. Oh. I think I'm being a bit too defensive. Yeah. Right.
Anyhow, it amazes me how Japan can hold onto their uniqueness in the Age of Homogeny, especially when shoppers the world over interpret luxury as a form of experience and not in terms of monetary value (as was the case during a time when
Gianni Versace still had the chance to moan and tremble underneath the weight of
Andrew Cunanan).There might have been some foreign influences (such as the obsession of Japanese women over
Louis Vuitton bags), but recently Japanese aged 18 to 27 have gone for fashion houses with no "logos."

It became obvious with the success of
Mastermind Japan with its designers Masaaki Homma

and Yohji Yamamoto and the prevalence of street style among the youth. The high-end Japanese label celebrated its 10th-year anniversary last year.
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