The final day of Tokyo Fashion Week I was so out of it I hardly remember what happened…between writing, blogging and organizing a flash mob for Shibukaru-sai on Saturday I was over my head in things to do. But I was excited for the last shows so knew I needed to give it my all anyway, As you can see I didn’t look like the living dead so I dear say it was a success!
I honestly don’t know how the fashion fare does it every season, from NYC to London to Milan to Paris… especially since NYC and London are the party centrals… they must get completely wasted and finished early on?! Or the party people don’t have to write every day? Or they seriously go one month without sleep?! Enhancement. Don’t play me.
I went on to DJ that night and pretty much sealed my fate: two days of hardcore sleeping, awaking only to write a story and then fall back asleep again. I`m just lucky I had the capacity to do that…and I`m ready to do it all again!
So today on the last day it was a mash of a bunch of things I like, inherently “Misha Style”. My Bjork jacket? check. Eri matsui 3D abstract dress? Check. A carrot hat by Monaca Fujinami? Check hell yah. Cute PielPie tights? Checkeroo! And my favorite wig, a neon pink bob. Check and mate!
I already have my wardrobe for next season, which is rare. But the collections were SO GOOD. Thank you!!!
And big thanks to Mercedes Benz for hauling me around, because I couldn’t dress like this and haul ass on the trains alone. You saved me an aneurism… arigatou!