I remembered something.
I absolutely adore the cherry blossom pink and rouge combination.
Everywhere my eyes rest in Tokyo I see the pairing of these colours. Why had I forgotten the power a sensational red holds when contrasted with a delicate pink? And vice versa.
Tokyo, as a city of surprises, not only challenges the mind with cultural curiosity but also causes me to open my eyes to intricate pairings. In Tokyo the cherry blossom is set against the monolithic. A concrete jungle in the most attractive of ways is foil to the powder puff blossoms that weep and spray themselves all over the city. The cherry blossom trees whether en masse or as a stand-alone are more often than not the lone “green” survivors in an urban jungle. The gardens and parks, while a tranquil oasis, are few and far between in comparison to the density of modern skyscrapers and modern infrastructure that is Tokyo. The cherry blossom is well deserving of its national worship.
Backtracking a little,
Apart from cherry blossom viewing and the local sights of course we hit the shopping areas. Couldn’t help myself. The one piece I noticed frequently was the “bomber” jacket. I am not a huge fan; as much as I like the bomber, it doesn’t like me. The volume around the middle and the cropped cut are difficult to wear and don’t do me any favours. Except,
In Tokyo I found one with a longer length and less blouson, sort of hitting at the top of the thigh and not cutting me in half like a sausage around the middle. Triumph. The best news it is cherry blossom pink.
How do I wear it?
With a matte red lipstick and the slouchy silk crepe ankle pant.
It looks just like this, xv.