However, while these cloyingly cute canines get cooed at in commercials and kitted out in clothing, at least one or two product designers are thankfully prepared to paint a less pleasant picture of such pampered pooches.
Archives for February 2008
After a hard fought fight with photos from finalists flooding in from all corners of the capital, the winner of Tokyo’s inaugural ‘Dirtiest Air Conditioner in the District’ contest has at last been decided, with this beat-up box outside a bar in Shinjuku sensationally bagging the big prize.
(click image for full-sized festering finalist)
After a long day at the office, a nice lager or two is just lovely — great even.
That said, whether such sentiments are suitable for this soapy looking substance,
or, heaven forbid, its scallop-based sister,
are debatable to say the least.
The blue stuff it turns out is made using melted ice floes, with the pigment from seaweed producing its far from tantalising tint, while the other mixture is made using molluscs which is more than enough information.
All produced in a suitably putrid 12 pack.
Land in Tokyo is a much prized possession, and as such, people have to pay a pretty penny to purchase some. A situation that means even the most meagre amount of land is likely to be built upon, making monolith-like lodgings a must.
Which, while small, do get some amount of sun,
have a certain sense of style,
and conveniently boast just enough space for a suitably sized car.
(click images for bigger smaller building)
Due to being born and bred in the Japanese capital, on her first visit to my native northern England, Mrs Tokyo Times was captivated by the amount of cows that can be seen when simply out and about in the car. Yet after some admittedly far from fair Tokyo-based teasing, she defiantly proclaimed that she had seen a cow before, it just happened to have been in a zoo that’s all.
But cow-related quaintness aside, she quite plainly walks around with her eyes closed, as there’s no shortage of cows in the capital. They just happen to live at the side of the road,
in colour co-ordinated accommodation,
which quite plainly isn’t as much fun as a field.