I made the hop over to Tokyo from LA yesterday – watched the Tree of Life on the plane and choked over its brilliance, checked into my second home of a hotel here, crashed for 10 hours, and just had some figs and grapefruit for breakfast. Now I’m listening to Sigur Ros and getting ready to be picked up for a studio shoot.
Highlights included walls and walls of balloons and stand-alone inflatable zoo animals (I befriended a crocodile), a Hurts performance, a troupe of seemingly pubescent boys (and one really old dude?) earnestly offering up British seaside food fare, a Bryanboy clone spotting, arcade games, a chance to catch up with friends from New York that I didn’t catch up with in New York, oh and zebra print toilet paper. CONTINUE READING