Farming in the far reaches of Tokyo is a lot like the city itself — sort of.
A relatively relaxed mix of tradition and technology, combined with the conveniently close proximity of all the comforts one could care for.
Photographs from a small group of islands
While the sidle towards summer in Japan means a heightening of the season’s horrible humidity, at least some of the uncomfortableness is luckily countered by the phenomenal amount of flesh that will be flaunted; like this previously posted picture for example.
Yet before Tokyo Times can be accused (heaven forbid) of lazily using lewd pictures of ladies, it should be added that such feisty fashion is now being favoured by fitness focused fellas too. So, to even up the balance somewhat, here’s a shot of a particularly brazen young man boldly baring his bottom before even the climate, at least, has become clammy.
(click image for a less pixelated posterior)
Japanese vending machines may well number in the millions, with almost one for every twenty-three people, but with competition cutthroat to say the least, there’s little room for those left behind.
So, while the latest units offer a whole gamut of goodies,
and sometimes even surreptitiously swap cigarettes for slimming snacks,
their smaller, beverage-only brethren, are sadly left to rust by the roadside.
The odd discarded can their only crumb of comfort.
The Japanese media’s somewhat excessive coverage of Metabolic Syndrome — the phenomenon formerly known as getting fat — has presumably played a huge part in pharmacies being full of suspiciously effective fat-fighting supplements, big companies bullying their staff into battling the bulge and even government ministers bravely baring their midriffs. Plus, anyone carrying even the most meagre amount of extra meat is now rather meanly marked as ‘metabo’.
However, for those not embarrassed about their bulging bellies, and at the same time brazenly prepared to say bollocks to such badgering, what better way to embrace the fact than by having it beautifully emblazoned?
Due to its very nature, cosplay is an easy target, and firing off a few cheap shots is even easier when the outfits opted for aren’t exactly flattering. However, slightly forced cynicism aside, there’s no denying that done properly, the results can be far more fetching than foolish.
That said, apart from people with a penchant for Japanese pensioners posing for pictures that probably won’t make their progeny proud, fetching isn’t exactly the first thing that springs to mind as far as this set of snaps goes. Far from it in fact.
For those not exactly appalled by the pictures, a quick click will produce not only a poster-sized pic, but also a peek at the perpetrator’s panties.
The positively perplexed on the other hand should probably opt for a large drink or a lie down.
Possibly even both.
(image via dannychoo.com)
The Japanese fascination with blood type and its apparent correlation to a person’s character, means that a man may (or indeed may not) be able to gauge a prospective partner’s personality before he takes the plunge. However, for the fella more interested in simply finding out what’s under his selected siren’s sweater, the super scientific Oppai (breast) Maker is the perfect one-stop shop.
By simply typing in a Japanese girl’s name, the site’s mindboggingly complicated software will produce an accurate manga-esque image of the young lady’s mammaries. And, just to prove how reliable the programme is, this is how it interpreted Mizuki (美月) — a click will reveal the uncensored simulation.
Which, considering I was thinking of bikini idol Mizuki Horii, is unnervingly accurate I’m sure you’ll agree.
Unfortunately, the software’s similarly unsettling picture of my positively pendulous man-boobs suggests the site still has a few teething problems,
or alternatively my diet needs to go in a very different direction to deter any further developments.
(via the FG Forums)