Mi Corazon

Oh hi, taking a break from Godard/Anna Karina obsessed blog posts to return to the ever familiar Japanese street fashion obsessed blog posts. Since it's only 11:12 [Ps; wat. It definitely feels like it's three in the morning and I'm just being an insomniac again.] I think I'm going to have some kind of ambitious wardrobe overhaul so that I can force second hand stores to buy everything I own/I can actually have money to buy more clothes with/la la la, more things you don't reaally care about?

Okay, here are pictures of cute Japanese girls in cute outfits. Excuse me while I cry my jealous eyes out.
[Also, playing the don't gaf game. If I've already posted these..oh well.]








Every image courtesty of droptokyo.com. It's my favorite corner of the internet. Well, top five.

Oh wait, but I'm still obsessed with pretending it's the 1960's and I'm Anna Karina and Jean-Luc Godard is putting me in all of his movies because I'm his muse. Oops.





La la la, I'm being such a girl tonight and I don't even care. Doing my make-up and fixing my closet, and MAYBE even a facemask. Who knows? I think I deserve this after five months of BioShock, Call of Duty, Halo, Street Fighter IV, and driving a Jeep. [Okay, self.]

Oh, meanwhile:

Where are my outfits?

Oh, well. Lately I've been hibernating anyway, and my newest and most destructive obsession has become Ai Yazawa's manga NANA. It's been on a hiatus for at least ten months, and I'm going to cry because of the major cliffhanger I've been hanging on to, boohoo. In an attempt to drown my sorrows, I've become ever more obsessed than usual with Japanese culture. It's literally a big problem, I need to teleport to Tokyo immediately. Is there anything more interesting than Japanese street fashion?





Didn't think so.

Images via dropsnap.jp, I'm pretty sure.