Harajuku Heat
Harajuku in August and everyone’s in layers and platforms despite the heat, sweating through Takeshita Street like weather doesn’t matter. The crowd’s packed so tight you’re barely moving anyway. You watch kids in thrifted cardigans and careful styling move through the mass without hesitation, like being seen a certain way matters more than breathing. In Harajuku it does. The outfit is the point. The sweat is collateral.