Kyoto Trip

We went to Fushimi Inari Taisha this past summer. Fushimi Inari Taisha is a shrine dedicated to business. People come from all over Japan to pay respect to the Gods of business. If you pray at this shrine it’s believed that  you will have success and good fortune at your job. Each orange gate has been purchased by a company and engraved with the company name and date.





Maybe a month ago I was tagged by ozu-teapot to list nine movies I love and now I finally compiled it. The list is not my top 9, but just movies I love at the moment, in the order of the images.

  • Days of Being Wild - Wong Kar-Wai
  • Beau Travail - Claire Denis
  • Naissance des Pieuvres - Céline Sciamma
  • Portrait d'une Jeune Fille de la Fin des Années 60 à Bruxelles - Chantal Akerman
  • En Kärlekshistoria - Roy Andersson
  • Gone With the Wind - Victor Fleming
  • Farewell My Concubine - Chen Kaige
  • Totally Fucked Up - Gregg Araki
  • Edvard Munch - Peter Watkins

So my main problem with Japanese Denny’s is that it fucking sucks. 

If I’d been drunk when I went to Denny’s in Tokyo for the first time–as originally planned–I probably would have cried and stormed out in protest. Instead I quietly sat there with my jaw hanging open, staring at a menu of grilled fish, soup and rice. Where the Christ was the signature Grand Slam? My entire daily caloric intake combined and presented on a single plate with an ice-cream scoop of butter? Yes, there were unhealthy things, but I recognized none of them. Weird bun-less hamburger patties and Japanese omelet (please Google Japanese omelet I can’t even begin to explain) drizzled with white (mayo?) sauce. I settled for a meal of 2 pancakes found hidden on the dessert menu, which came to me–tasting dry as fuck–despite arriving on a plate soaked in melted vanilla ice cream.

I miss North America.


Guys, I was really excited about these pictures, because IN YOUR FACE FASHION BLOGGERS–I CAN DO THIS TOO. But guess what. Disposable cameras at night. Not actually very great for capturing contrived street style. Well, another battle lost to the popular blogs. But my dog looks great. My outfit is less than $200 [really the Doc Martins are the entire ‘budget’ if u will] and people who fret about Photoshop can sleep tonight knowing I’m wearing zero make up and I haven’t even mastered correcting red-eye on iPhoto.

photos: Dai Araki