Yoyogi Poodlers

Yoyogi Park is the consummate Japanese melting pot- perhaps the most varied and vivid spot in the whole country. On any given weekend you’ll find Cosplayers and Rockabillies near the entrance, frisbee throwers and spinners, hula-hoopers, and dudes doing comedy in leather face masks in the first stretch, African drumming groups, badmintonners, the artist with the stereo, the cyclist with the drums, folks rehearsing a musical with brooms in it, and all kinds of instrument-players and circus-skills practisers by the empty water pools, couples canoodling, photographers, dog-fanciers, partying gaijin, kite-flyers, hacky-sack-ists and more on grass beyond the fountain.

Oh, and of course- the Yoyogi Poodlers.

Poodle-ist.

I went to Yoyogi Park this time to see Jason off- his last full day in the country. We took photographs of horses and chatted about old times, and his future as a hopeful pro-photographer back in Florida. When the poodle-istas started the performance, we all three of us (Mike, Jason, myself) started snapping away like proper paparazzi.