Trust me, girls, you'll love it.
Hustle
TOKYO
Photos, September 2000.
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Shinjuku is the foremost Tokyo district of shopping and amusement, which would in any other part of the world make it full of robbers, pickpockets and such, as well. Not so in this country. That would be too rude. Still, there are countless businesses, trying all legal means to find customers. One of those is the Karaoke bars, where teenagers go to sit in cozy booths, sing their favorite pop songs, and to make out. The equivalent of the back seat of an American car. For some reason, only boys are cruising the streets in search of girls to convince to visit these bars. Maybe that will automatically lead to boys coming, as well. These boys are numerous, all over the Shinjuku central shopping area, and they all look like members of boy bands - dressed like dolls, shirts more or less unbuttoned, with rascal smiles and a good tan. When one of them hooks on to a girl, or a group of girls, you cannot help but think of crocodiles. It must be hard to say no. Stefan Stenudd
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Not taking no for an answer.
Toy boy, and knowing it too.
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I don't know what he was selling, the boy on the photos below, with a towel around his neck, but I have my thoughts on the subject. He was strolling around by the backside of My City department store, where the cars could come up right to that entrance and make short stops, without blocking traffic. Well, not strolling, exactly - more like dancing, in a cool, semi-intentional way, although hearing no music, and doing so more on the street than on the pavement beside it. Looking very happy. He was not alone, a couple of older men were standing to the side, always keeping their eyes on him. One of them appears in the last photo. I asked him. He would not tell me what he was doing there, said that it was a secret. He was very friendly about it, though, as if keeping me in the dark for my own good. As if it would be too much for my innocent ears. His own ears were frequently occupied by his two cellular phones, ringing all the time. A busy boy. |
Dancing in the street.
Not caring at all about the cars.
A friend of sorts.
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