Kimono Girl figuring out convenience stores.
Kimono Girl makes a friend.
Kimono Girl tries to understand train ticketing systems.
Kimono Girl waits for a train.
Kimono Girl and Newfound Friends are introduced to modern technology.
All photos taken with the Nikon D5500
Kimono Girls learn to navigate the city.
Kimono Girl is lost in a stream of modern traffic.
Kimono Girl crosses the road.
Kimono Girl is socially responsible and sorts her trash.
The idea behind the Kimono Girl Goes To series was basically to showcase the disconnect between our idea of traditional Japan and the reality of the situation. Prior to our arrival in Kyoto, we (or at least, I) were under the impression that Kyoto would be the heritage town to end all heritage towns. The most cultural of places – preserved in it’s past beauty for modern tourists to pass through and peruse. I remember us loitering in a departmental store in Osaka, wondering whether or not to buy some eyedrops or just get them in Kyoto. Lets just get them, one of my friends said eventually, Kyoto probably won’t have these types of stores. It’s not a very modern city, is it?
It’s just that when we think about Kyoto, or any similarly classic cultural destination, I find that we tend to fetishise it a little as the exotic Other in terms of geography, which is both ironic given that we are ourselves Asian and funny because we of all people should understand how it feels like to have been fetishised and Othered in our own land. How many times have we been approached in Singapore for directions and then greeted with a shocked look: You speak really good English! Yes, because our national language of administration is English, genius. Or am I generalising? It’s likely enough that everyone else sees Kyoto as it really is and that I’m the only one who created a cultural haven and ideal in my head pre-trip. Either way, it goes.
Kimono Boy composes haiku while staring out into the oriental distance.
Kimono Girl reconnects with her roots in a bamboo grove.
The further out from the city centre you go, the more japanese the pictures and scenery get. Still, you can’t help but notice that they’re the same pictures and sceneries you’ve seen in mirrored in a million other photos, certain areas so clearly designated as photo spots. And there’s nothing wrong with that, but it does point to a specific trend towards obsessive cultural recycling and image creation.
And I think possibly it’s mindsets like that that create this obsession and fetishisation of places that still shy away from being full out cosmopolitan or metropolitan cities. Which is all well and good, because to each his own, but of late it seems to have come without the originally packaged sense of awareness of one’s own foreignness to the place, the knowledge that all you are is a visitor, that it is not really for you to pass judgement on how commercialised or untouched a place is. We don’t even realise the extent to which we fetishise other cultures. With this claim to the title of traveller, not tourist comes a sense of entitlement and ownership, a wink wink nudge nudge expectation that we are one of them, not us. We’re totally different from the rest of the tour groups that come here, you guys! And we don’t realise how actually offensive that might be to people living there.
Kimono Girl and girlfriend seeks to embellish their orientalism some more.
And that’s how the Kimono Girl Goes To series was born. A set of pictures showing the proverbial fish out of water – the oriental displaced in modern society and culture. A tiny step in representing the disconnect between impressions and ideals. It wasnt originally meant to be so heavy or serious, but I suppose I got sidetracked penning this post as usual.
With all that said and done though, we did have a fantastic time there – Kyoto is possibly my new favourite city in Asia. I hope that came across, and that I didn’t seem to take issue with Kyoto being Kyoto in any way. I loved it. The locals there were generous and kind and nice and enjoyed conveyor belt sushi and macdonalds as much as the next person. I cannot think of a single reason why anyone coming to Kyoto would not adore it completely.
Thank you, Kyoto. Touched or not you were perfect. We had such a great time. x