Last night, Tokyo looked better while drunk

Not me, but...
...Simon is dancing again. I must admit that bboying is like riding a bike. I didn't lose a step. Everything was there: the footwork, backspins, and nausea from exhaustion. It's not going to be an easy process but it must be done. You can't not dance again in a city like Tokyo. There are so many subcultures here that it's a waste if you don't exploit the ones you are familiar with. Obviously you need to see how it's done in Japan.

Earlier in my adventurous day, I visited the neighbourhood of Daikinyama. Of the shopping districts in Tokyo, Harajuku is for the teens, Ginza is for the rich oldies, Omatesando is for the rich youth, and Daikinyama is for the unique crowd searching for haute couture fashion. If you actually know a name of a fashion designer that the general public has never heard of, then this place is for you. A variety of (expensive) boutiques and tiny shops sprinkle the nook-and-cranny streets in this area. Lots of cafes, funky architecture, and numerous embassies make this hood fashionable and, well, expensive to live in.