Posts tagged ‘Tokyo’

July 21, 2011

Speechless: Diet Butcher Slim Skin Leopard High Top Sneakers

by Accidental Bear

 Speechless is our section where we present something to you without a side, a kind of show and tell. We were brought right with the, “i you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all.” Get my drift. Enjoy, hate or laugh! Here at Accidental Bear we are trying to stay away from hate, but geez, it’s hard sometimes. Somehow it make perfect sense that these pieces of “art” are made in Tokyo.

Diet Butcher Slim Skin Leopard High Top Sneakers

Well out there sneakers from Diet Butcher Slim Skin. These leopard prints will truly fascinate some while being rejected by the mass. That is the f’ing point right? “This season Tokyo’s Diet Butcher Slim Skin have added a zip to the back of their high top, allowing them to give it a more traditional boot shape and a taller silhouette. The sneaker still retains the chunky streetwear styling, although the first thing you notice here is the leopard print sections on the upper.” Oki-ni has them. (via Selectism)

May 9, 2011

Tokyo’s Cat Cafes: Patrons Pay To Sip Tea And Stroke Resident Cats

by Accidental Bear

This might threaten to take the cat lady out of her house, cat cafes, who knew? Their origin is in Japan, which makes perfect sense with the popularity of Hello kitty there. No, cats are not on the menu at cat cafes, but they inhabit these cafes. “In an increasingly childless and aging nation, cat cafes fill a void. The more fortunate Japanese are the middle-aged couples who cradle Dachshunds like grandchildren at car dealerships and the young women who hand feed their Maltese puppies on park benches. For those who live with long work hours, no-pet apartments and work-related travel, there are cat cafes.” -AB

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via huffingtonpost.com

TOKYO — I followed the instructions of the watchful cashier and took off my shoes, sanitized my hands, placed my bag in a locker and dangled an ID card (“customer #18”) from a lanyard around my neck. The cashier then gave me a once over and a shallow bow, and I padded quietly into the sitting room of the cafe.

“She’s the prettiest girl we have at our cafe. Everybody wants to touch her, but we ask that customers only do so if she doesn’t resist you,” a waitress told me.

She didn’t resist. And since I was paying for the privilege, I leaned in and stroked her cheek. She was as lovely as the waitress had promised: a big-eyed, silky soft, compliant 2-year-old Russian Blue cat.

I was at Calico, one of Tokyo’s increasingly popular cat cafes, where customers seeking human and feline companionship pay to sip tea and stroke one of the 20-odd resident cats, representing 17 different breeds. READ MORE