Alexander's

You know the Decadance parties I told you about? — This time the theme is dolls.

Once per month there is a crazy party going on in Tokyo. It’s organized by a group of French guys, is always at a different location and always has a different theme. People dress up crazy and go out the whole night to dance and have fun.

So what does a doll look like? Not so easy to answer — if you are a guy that is.

I bought two different pairs of high stockings — in a women underwear store¹ — grabbed white 3/4 pants, a pink T-Shirt with a cute comice figure and visited the girl living next door to put on some heavy makeup and help me out with the final touches of the outfit.² Then I jumped into a subway full of normally dressed Japanese to ride 30 minutes through half the city.

The pricing system is very easy — 3500 Yen, 3000 with a flyer and 2500 if dressed to the occasion.

I pay the full entrance fee and not the one for dressed up people — I’m not complaining I’m not dressed up — considering the people I’m in line with I’m wearing plain street cloth.

The people are just crazily dressed. Not your average fancy Harajuku guys and gals, that attract hordes of tourists every day, no these people are dressed even better, with more love for the details and less concern for others.

After six unrestrained hours of fun the evening ends and I slowly fight my way outside. Misty rain and bright sunlight awaits me. The cool air rips me out of my trance and into the harsh reality. I feel exhausted and tired, my eyes hurt and my makeup is running down my face in streams of sweat and rainwater.

The first steps feel funny — unreal.

Still sorrounded by the people from the club, who now seem strangly out of place in the modern sunlight streets of Tokyo. The people from the club get less and less while more and more business man cross my path. I see only one girl from the club in my train and I start to feel like the idiot I’m dressed.

When I arrive at my station it’s raining hard and by the time I arrive home I’m soaking wet, cold and completely tired. It was an interesting experience to be sure, but I’m not sure if I want to visit the next party. There just is such a thing as too excessive.

As a final note I have to say, that you can make fun of my outfit all you want. I at least was one of the few males that was dressed as a male! Plus the evening was totally worth all the fun you could possibly make of me.

As so often more photos are on Flickr, but please remember this is only a selection! And it was not easy to take photos. Autofocus was out of question³, I didn’t want to use flash and for the really interesting things other people got in my way.