After giving up on Harajuku, we head west to Yoyogi park. About 100 feet from the park entrance, a 6’3″ person in a red plaid skirt, puffed out legwarmers, white painted face and a bright neon pink wig walks past. Not far behind that person is 5 more people dressed in cosplay outfits walk past heading for the bridge to the park. We quickly fall in step behind them. They lead us over the bridge to a corner where another 5 Harajuku girls are located. Unfortunately, there isn’t nearly as many as we thought there would be. But then again, this is just a normal Sunday in Harajuku, so what can you expect?
Victorian Style Harajuku Girl
Goth Harajuku Girls with Pringles for Lips
After all the build up with the search, we were kind of let down. But, there were still Elvises to find. Hearing music to the left, we head out in search of its source. Coming to the entrance of Yoyogi Park, it quickly becomes apparent that Japan is a very different society than America.
There is not one dancing Elvis. Not even one group of dancing Elvises. There are three separate groups competing for the attention of speechless onlookers.
