i wore these baggy jeans in tokyo

denim fit for exploring the world's biggest metropolis

they’re long on me. but the baggy cuff looks good, imo.

Hello! I just got home from a recent trip. While traveling can be wonderful, one of the sweetest feelings is coming home. It feels magical to open the door and see your earthly belongings and sentimental objects in the same place you left them. On my mind: Palestinian families who Israel has displaced and starved in this brutal genocide (and for the past 75 years), who yearn for home but cannot return. If you are looking for ways to support Palestinians, I recommend browsing Operation Olive Branch. Thank you <3

The day starts with a konbini run. Suntory water with the green cap and a pack of sesame beef kimbap. Lace up my Salomons. Head to the Ginza line. People-watch. So much navy and white. School uniforms that look like a Sandy Liang collection. Senior City Boys with their tote bags and denim bucket hats and gray hair. Realize that I see a thousand Asian faces a day here, and yes, I feel different because I’m from America—but I also feel “normal” here in a way I don’t at home. Wonder how different would I be if I grew up in a place like this. Pop a squat outside the Parco and sigh because the lower back relief feels soo good. Skim Tabelog. Desserts here are made for my palette. Kakigori, souffle pancakes, hazelnut crepes! Painfully bloated after dinner but deliriously soaking in the wonder of glowing red lanterns and romantic alleyways in the rainy summer night.

The 10 days go by really fast.

Now that I’m home, the trip feels like a fever dream. Much more reflection and writing to come, but I want to start with the first leg of any trip: the flight.

The last time I visited Asia was in 2018. The long flight and time difference is always a brutal adjustment for my body. I hate flying. I hate how dry and inflamed I feel, the guaranteed eczema flares, the chemical-smelling air…being in the sky just makes me nervous in general.

i wished i packed more snacks, had a ferocious craving for chips after eating parts of the in-flight meal. also, the mini haagen-dazs always feels more luxe on a plane ( i was like OoooooOOOOO)

When I narrowed down my long flight outfit options, it was between a pair of cotton flare lounge pants from Organic Basics, and these baggy soft jeans. The flare pants were very “airport” but the narrow elastic waistband would have been a sensory irritant sitting down for 11 hours. I also had super limited luggage space and knew I wouldn’t want to wear the pants around Tokyo (they’re like the equivalent of leggings, too casual).

Plus, I wanted to wear a pair of cool jeans in Tokyo.

traipsing around tokyo. the rise of the jeans start right where the gil rodriguez tee ends, so i wore this combo a lot (hand-washed the shirt in the hotel sink).

Why these jeans checked my boxes: