City Pop

City Pop 

This is dedicated to the land of dazzling lights and precious sharpened eyes, of clean streets and tantalisingly, vulgarly, boldly unclean street-life. Of rising stars hiding misshapen teeth with surgical masks, and where everyone struts a fashion show. Look coy for the camera; take a deep bow. 

Where everything runs on the clock, by the second of their quartz Seiko stopwatches– tireless efficiency. To the land of the grey, of comfortable contradictions; inhaling foreign traditions and exhaling one anew, one refreshed. 

The grey; where dignified blazer-hugging hierarchs knock Draft Asashis after 8 and kiss Landmines goodnight. Where streetwalkers slam full-shoulder into you and brush you off like the morning dew, or falling sakura flowers; yet waiters kneel to take your order, and lay their intestines onto your table if they got it wrong. 

Beauty pierces harsh neon lights kissing the silhouette of Lady Fuji in the distant background; hiding her voluptuous curves behind streaks of cotton; walk down into your local Lawsons and see all the mammaries a man would ever need by the magazine counter. 

To the land of an unsleeping city amidst fleeting beauty; A dystopia where everything re-dies in restless torture at the mercy of merciless gods that hide in the stones, the water, the grass and the sun. Listen closely to the reeds in the field. They play the bass and synthesiser– softly whispering City Pop.

6 December 2023