I used think everyone in Tokyo dressed like the kids in Harajuku, but when I arrived, it was obviously not the case. The media does like to portray Japan as another dimension where weird stuff happens and people dress like freaks.
When I taught English, my Japanese students used to protest that the Western media is not portraying their culture and lifestyle as accurately as they would like.
Waves of salarymen in identical black suits and OLs (office ladies) in generic skirts and cardigans in the train stations actually make you think again if Japan has really that many people with a unique sense of style. They do, but in pockets of the city, and they orbit in a totally different atmosphere.
Yesterday, I spotted this flamboyant old dude standing up with both hands up in front of his car. He didn’t move for a whole five minutes. There were people and cars streaming past him but he just didn’t budge.
I chuckled and wondered what on earth he was up to. Was he a right-winger? Or was he anti-Christmas? Who knows. He had a pretty nice sedan with two Santa Claus dolls and a miniature Christmas tree. Maybe he was trying to promote Christmas in his own way?
He zoomed off in his car after I took a picture of him. Very odd, indeed.