Fuwako
I’ve never understood the Berlin street style thing. Everyone dresses the same—the bun, the tote bag, the pants, all of it—like they’re working from a manual. It’s suffocating. Tokyo’s different. People actually take risks there, or at least they don’t seem to be asking permission first.
Fuwako’s proof. She wears Grimoire, Freckle, Pink House—pieces that could look stupid in the wrong hands—and carries a Winnie the Pooh bag, and none of it looks like a costume or a desperate bid for attention. It just looks like getting dressed. That’s the thing Berlin girls trying this look like they’re working twice as hard. She looks like she’s not working at all.
Maybe that’s the whole difference.