My life in Sapporo, Japan. Eating weird food, seeing weird clothes, meeting weird people, doing weird things.
Showing posts with label kuchisake onna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kuchisake onna. Show all posts
Friday, March 4, 2016
Dressing up
Back in Sapporo, I was asked to do a magic show at a Halloween party one week before Halloween. I had bought a t-shirt in Sweden that has a skin color print that makes you look like a girl, and I used this and a wig I bought but never used for my slit-mouthed-woman costume back in August.
I also added some torn pieces of skin that you could peel back. I had to get up really really early the next morning and fly to Tokyo, so I did not want to have a costume that would take too much time to get out of after the party was finished (sometime after midnight)
Labels:
costumes,
face paint,
H's Cafe,
halloween,
halloween party,
kuchisake onna,
magic,
Sapporo,
trick art,
zombie
Location:
Sapporo, Hokkaido Prefecture, Japan
Thursday, November 12, 2015
The adventures of kuchisake onna
Here is a bunch of photos of me from the day I dressed up as kuchisake onna (the slit mouthed woman urban legend). Most of the photos were taken by friends of mine when they ran into me.
| Selfie when I finally finished getting into character |
| Photo from my friend who sold me my new camera |
| A photo by a girl who worked at the office that ran the student dorm I lived in my first 6 months in Sapporo |
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| Selfie taken with my cell phone, that suggested "beautiful skin"-filter as default |
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| Visiting our magic bar on the way home |
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| A whole bunch of photos from my friends that I had udon with at lunch time |
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| Before the competition started |
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| After dancing past the judges you get thirsty |
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| On the way from the judges booth to the normal Bon-Odori space |
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| Joining the normal Bon-Odori |
| "Strike a sexy pose", in Ropossa |
| I also got a straw for my tea, to lessen the impact on my slit mouth makeup. |
| Later they wanted me to eat pasta. Which was difficult. More specifically, they wanted to take photos of me eating pasta. |
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| Sexual harassment |
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| More harassment |
| Bartending for a bit |
| Someone actually took a photo of the obi, which took me lots of time to get into this shape. |
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| Another friend who saw me in the park |
| The kuchisake onna is said to have a weakness for candy |
| Coming home, many hours later |
| The makeup held up pretty well during the night (from 16:00 to 04:00) |
| I tore my stockings sometime during the night. And I wore funny underwear. |
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| My friend who lives across the street from me sent me the photos her father took. |
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| The had a great spot to capture me dancing past the judges booth |
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| Another friend was right near the start of the competition area,and caught me waiting for my turn to start dancing. |
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| I was dragged along to the supermarket and asked to "pick up some meat", "hold some cabbage", and all kinds of things. |
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| The supermarket night shift staff wondered if I was alright, haha. |
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| I put the sexual harassment photos on Facebook. To protect the reputation of my magic bar boss, I blacked out his face. And then tagged him in the photo. |
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| Photos from meeting people outside |
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| Photos from doing magic. It is not easy doing magic in a yukata. It is even harder when you have glued things to your face so you cannot talk properly. But it went fine anyway. |
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