In Shibuya yesterday I passed the Hachiko statue and it had been desecrated in the most garish, disgusting way. Taking this iconic statue and defacing it with plastic and fluff, reducing it to the level of Tokyo's endless supply of plastic faced, fluff-for-brains fashionistas.
That vacant stare of the fashion model in the poster, are lenses into the vast void that resides behind every fashionista's makeup. Soulless meat mannequins and their endless consumption of useless garbage, reducing one of the few real, true and meaningful, timeless things in Shibuya to yet another split second fong-kong, plastic throw-away novelty.
