Today it snowed in Tokyo, and yet somehow I managed to miss it! Even though my body was wracked with a constant numbness caused by the cold that induced said snowfall, I didn’t get to experience any of the crystallized drops of festive perfection that would otherwise have made it all worthwhile. In short I felt like a lowly scullery maid at some grandiose Victorian Banquet, toiling away so that others could enjoy the fruits of my labors. Not that my anguish was in anyway directly responsible for this morning’s flurry, although who can really say for certain?
My dismay at missing this morning’s snow was more than made up for by the fact that this evening, whilst waiting for some friends in Shibuya, fashion photographers twice approached me and asked to pose for their magazines; one of the photographers even took my details so that he could contact me for future modeling work. Obviously I was on something of role, as at the restaurant where we went for dinner, people at the tables next to us also started taking pictures of me. In all honesty though this almost certainly had more to do with the fact that I looked like I had been let out from an asylum for the day, rather than because of any inherent attractiveness on my behalf.