As we step out on this crisp sunny day, we ponder what we would like to do together.
Go to Harajuku. Again.
While traversing the Harajukonian alleyways (and yes I did just make up a word), we discovered a very cool little shop named, ‘Skeleton Jewelery Craft’. At this shop, if there is any type of jewellery you would like made involving insects or animal skeletons, they are able to make it for you.
We purchased some matching necklaces with insects encased in acrylic. Very cool.
I know this isn’t going to be ‘up everyone’s alley’, but this is my blog afterall. Please note, I do not intend on offending – in this particular instance at least. :P
This picture is of the incredibly lovely (and seemingly unlikely) store owner, Meng Dan. If you’d like more info, contact email@example.com
Dana made a new friend. As he does. We stopped to buy some water at a road cart selling noodles and drinks. Dana, as he does, started talking to some pretty cool looking Japanese ‘hipsters’. One of them offered to show us around to some places in Harajuku.
He was so very lovely. He plays in a hardcore/punk band named ‘ForMALiN Frog’. See: http://shattered-tranquility.net/index.php/tags/formalin-frog
Later that day… So here we are in harajuku, Tokyo. And what better to do than to get a tattoo? And matching ones at that.
We stumbled across a tattoo parlor yesterday whilst we were wandering through the maze of alleyways that clutter the suburb. After enquiring, they told us just to turn up anytime after 1pm.
We nervously walked in to ‘High Five Tattoo’ a little after 2pm today (we didn’t want to seem TOO eager). After deciding what we wanted, and being quoted, we asked them where the nearest ATM was so we could go get some cash out before coming back for our appointment.
We were then eagerly escorted through the Harajuku maze to a pokey post office – a brisk 10 minute walk from the parlor.
What other tattoo artist would do that?!
Anyway, we arrived back in time for our appointment and I was very happy to find, after asking, that it was ok for me to take photos. This would definitely have been a ‘make or break’ deal for me.
The place reminded me of my brother David (obviously so, as he is a tattoo artist himself). But it wasn’t so much the aesthetics of the room, but moreso the incessant buzzing sound, and the smell of the ink mixed with the smell of cigarettes and minty gum. I miss my brother.
What I am really looking forward to about living in Adelaide is being in his life. I wonder what he would think of me AND Dana getting a tattoo from someone other than him? Perhaps he would feel miffed that ‘some other schmuck’ is drawing on his sister and candy man brother-in-law. Or perhaps he would think, ‘thank Fu#$, I’m tired of giving them freebies’.
An amazing and surprising thing happened while we were there that day. The owner of the tattoo shop (who closely resembles the kind of typical tough, solemn, formidable and slightly ‘pissed-off’ looking tattoo shop owner you would expect to see in such a place) blew back in through the door with a small package. I had my face buried in my iPhone when he walked up, extended his arm towards me and held something under my nose. He said, ‘You, EAT!’
It was this bean ‘taiyaki’. Uh-MAZING.
I am amazed at this whole city. What other place in the world has a tattoo parlor whose owner feeds his hungry customers or escorts them around town? In Australia, you are more likely to be greeted at the door with a, ‘what the f@&$ do you want?!’
It is for this reason I am recommending to all of you, should you ever feel the need to have a picture permanently stabbed into your body with a tiny needle, and you are not going to be near Adelaide (what can I say, Baby Dave’s pure awesomeness is unrivaled), GO TO ‘HIGH FIVE tattoo’ in Harajuku.
I am not saying that you will be fed, or escorted around the city to find an ATM, but I AM saying that you will NOT be disappointed. In fact, quite the contrary.
All in all, Dana and I are both extremely pleased with our whole tattoo experience. Here are some photos:
This is our tattoo artist, Jun.
Placing the transfer…
Ze finished product (in black and white because in real life, the new tattoos are gross and oozey)
Cutest. Ever. “Jun”.
Aaaand, THE END.