This is a picture of the Yoyogi Elvis Dancers. They're these guys who meet up every Sunday at Yoyogi park in Tokyo and dance around to 'Jail House Rock' or other kinds of Rock-a-billy music. They go the whole hog with their leather outfits, winkle-picker shoes and gelled up quifs.
They're not alone. In the same small area you can see aspiring rock bands, young girls (and some men) dressed as Gothic Lolitas, punks, baby dolls and other characters right out of a Japanese animation.
It's a rare chance for great bursts of self-expression in a conformist society, and has turned into a major tourist attraction. In the picture you can see stalls selling hotdogs, takoyaki (たこ焼き - calamari fried in a sort of batter), okonomiyaki (お好み焼き - a mixture between a pizza and a pancake or omlette) and even candyfloss! It has a real carnival atmosphere.
But I think the fact that it's restricted to one area, that these people all group together rather than go it alone and that it's even scheduled to the same day every week shows that it's still not quite a social revolution - rather a very polite and sanitized Japanese-style bit of teenage rebellion.
Words from an Irishman on his way home...
Wednesday, 5 April 2006
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