Streetwear Fashion Was Never New

A lot of times, I look at the youth of Japan and wonder where they get their inspiration to look so outrageously defiant. There’s the ganguro and yamamba of yesteryear, and the many other tribal micro-cultures that flourish everyday amongst the country’s rebellious youth.

Then I take a look at some of Japan’s traditional wear.

On the right, we have some apprentice geishas (maiko) loitering in Gion, Kyoto. On the left, a modern ganguro chats it up. My analysis: They’ve dug the tropical batshit crazy look for centuries.

And just because something is labeled ‘traditional’, doesn’t make it any less likely to bring back memories of staring at old people on the bus after inhaling a canister full of melting Bubblicious, smoldering cigarettes, and humid Mountain Dew vapors. Not that I tried that over the weekend. OK, so I might of. But it was a dare. And for charity. Hey, at least I fared better than Cody’s salvia induced narcoleptic ape-man regression.