I have already spawned/inspired local gajin/foreigners to sport the lipstick and badass leather look but you need not worry as that hers is fake leather.
Dayum!!!! My man makes this and takes this coat to a whole new level of cool while in Tokyo.
Sunday Morning... heading out to vintage shop.
Coming home after wearing the coat out for the first time, it was so good, I had to cap it with a smoke.******
Shit son, it's been a long time gone since I have contributed to the inter-web. My apologies if anyone has been awaiting word(s), I have been too busy having Japanese adventures in my dream leather coat. Thus I am dedicating this post to my beloved.
Before I start having to make unnecessary apologies, my jacket is vintage and thus I am saving it from the blazing death that is my town's incinerator.
I am living in small town Japan; no not all of Japan is technicolor, neon, explosions of technology and fantasy.
Once upon a time....
After work one day I met up with my favourite friend, a musician from Brooklyn, and we headed to a local reuse shop. He had already visited earlier in the day and spotted this punk rock and roll beauty but was turned off by the original owner's decision to puke all over the back with a poorly painted white tribal design. But it was 2300 Yen which is about $27 Canadian dollars and I just couldn't resist the challenge to revive/ rescue the jacket I was already calling mine (until I turned around). Purchase made. My friend was not even trying to hide his mounting jealousy.
I have dreamed about this coat, or something like it, leather, studded, androgynous, used and abused with a story to tell. So I barely felt bad about scooping it up and making it my own (perhaps a better person would have offered to help him remedy it).
Knight in, soon to be, shining armour...
But there was no way that I was going to unleash the back design on the world as any kind of personal style. So, before heading home I stopped at a food/drug/home store to get some nail polish remover and scrubbing sponges (a challenge considering my lack of Japanese). After some exhaustive charades I was finally armed with the necessary tools for the surgery ahead.
Four hours of switching between aggressive scrubbing/cursing to forceful caresses/ promises of the life we could have, only the faintest ghost of it's former ugliness remained.* *Unless I shove your nose in it and use the power of suggestion you would never know it had been there.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER...
I love wearing it with sweet little lady dresses and pared down basics. Recently, I insisted upon hauling it around to Tokyo, Nagoya and Kyoto to have it's own parade. I also made it worth my man's while to carry it by demanding he don it and look like a total stud (hey! that's a pun and I'm not even going to change it).
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