wtorek, 3 czerwca 2008
Kids' considerations
Issey Miyake exhibition
A fine day. April? May? Time flows faster than elsewhere in Tokyo, they say from time to time. Memory's too weak to recall. A fine day on an Issey Miyake showroom exhibition. Tokyo Midtown in Roppongi, a nice posh department store stuffed with galleries of a considerate value. Miyake's place is a building apart.
A photo under cover. A designer teaching kids his profession.
At the moment the grass, delighted by a peaceful, absent-minded Sunday crowd on the photo, is closed for all the lawn lovers. It must take a breath and grow back.
Nobu got some new fancy cuffs.
差出人 = sender = nadawca
Suteru Aniera
The day of birth
What happened on April 14th was utterly unexpected.
On the preceding Saturday some chocolates were delivered to the tired after a training lips of all the teammates. All the 50 stomachs. The usual state doesn't surpass a neat number of 25, so it was thanks to a brilliant idea who haunted my mind on the day of chocolate purchase - let's make everyone eat 2 chokiees. A 50 piece box was just right, one less would be not enough.
Anyway, an absolutely non-Japanese habit, giving sweets for one's one birthday. When the sentence "I brought some chocolates because of today's birthday. " crawled out of its diaphragmal source, another person's larynx took its turn expressing a doubt whose birthday was it actually.
Anyway anyway, in the meanwhile da galz offered to have a drink/dried(grilled) fish soon. On the following Monday the act of chewing the dried to bone animal that once saw the ocean had been quite suddenly interrupted by arrival of darkness in the restaurant room. A song began to float in the air, I thought I'd join it. Yet this is what came afterwards, together with a Japanese cook book plus a...em...rabbit ornamented box.

Cakemmmmmmmmmmmm

Seiko feeling like having it right then right there.

Chika, Mihoko, Keiko.
On the preceding Saturday some chocolates were delivered to the tired after a training lips of all the teammates. All the 50 stomachs. The usual state doesn't surpass a neat number of 25, so it was thanks to a brilliant idea who haunted my mind on the day of chocolate purchase - let's make everyone eat 2 chokiees. A 50 piece box was just right, one less would be not enough.
Anyway, an absolutely non-Japanese habit, giving sweets for one's one birthday. When the sentence "I brought some chocolates because of today's birthday. " crawled out of its diaphragmal source, another person's larynx took its turn expressing a doubt whose birthday was it actually.
Anyway anyway, in the meanwhile da galz offered to have a drink/dried(grilled) fish soon. On the following Monday the act of chewing the dried to bone animal that once saw the ocean had been quite suddenly interrupted by arrival of darkness in the restaurant room. A song began to float in the air, I thought I'd join it. Yet this is what came afterwards, together with a Japanese cook book plus a...em...rabbit ornamented box.
Cakemmmmmmmmmmmm
Seiko feeling like having it right then right there.
Chika, Mihoko, Keiko.
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