When I think of Japanese summers, I think of spiders. Growing up, I would spend every other summer visiting my mother’s hometown deep in the mountains of Aichi Prefecture. More than the sweltering heat and humidity (which was bad then but has since become unbearable), more than the kabuto and samurai swords and relics of ancestors, more than the indecipherable calligraphy on the scrolls that would refuse to divulge their secrets to me, what always struck me was how I’d encounter spiders and their webs in seemingly every nook and cranny of every place I’d visit. Indoors. Outdoors. Homes. Schools. Official-looking facilities. And to my young mind they were different from the nuisances I didn’t give a second thought to squishing in suburban California (creepy-crawlies were never my thing). They were huge, often the size of my fist, and they were everywhere. It would be years before I learned about their significance in Japanese culture and industry (and nature in general), but even as a kid it was clear to me those spiders in and around my mother’s hometown weren’t to be messed with, karmically speaking.
Pictured are two spiders I encountered in Machida, Tokyo.
Bussana Old Town (Hippie Village)... In 1887 this town was destroyed by an earthquake with over 2000 deaths. The entire village was shutdown and became a true ghost town. Only in the last 50 years, it has become home to a community of artists, shops & cafes setup inside ancient crumbling and broken buildings. Definitely an interesting place to visit to hangout in this Boho town where 'Art is Freedom.' #bussana#ghosttown#liguria
Checking out after a week of downtime with my number one — early morning sun loungers, burgers + shakes, unexpected exhibitions, endless neon lights + one of the best hotel views I’ve experienced. If any of you are thinking of visiting, I’ve added a Las Vegas highlight tab to my profile 😌
Sun glasses by @oliverpeoples, magazines by @meninthistown + @cubitts, shoes by @sandersshoes x @markmcnairyuk, glasses case by @monclondon
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I do love me a surprise. Wait. Let me clarify. I love me a good surprise, not a scary startled one those are the actual worst and I will never love a surprise that I need to recover from. It’s the little surprises that I live for and this past weekend didn’t disappoint. When we headed out on our road trip, the unspoken objective was to escape the house and the packing organizing cleaning painting decluttering (STOP calling it CLUTTER) for a few days. I promise that I had no earthly idea that there would be an actually giant antique show happening just a short drive from where we decided to stay (I know, I know you won’t believe me but I swear on my delphite blue fire king dishes that I didn’t know) and then I accidentally ended up there yesterday and YES. Yes and there are very few things that make me as genuinely pleased as getting to an actually giant antique show on a sunny summer Sunday and what I know for sure is that I found a far better way to spend a day than the last few weeks of packing organizing cleaning painting decluttering (it is NOT clutter). I hope that however you weekended it was all kinds of great and that you, like me, accidentally happened upon some fun summer Sunday surprise. Yes. Let’s do this Monday ✨...