It¡¯s Golden Week, 1991, and a line of hundreds of party-goers snakes its way along a rain-drenched street in a Tokyo bayside district toward the entrance of one of Japan¡¯s biggest postwar nightlife sensations.
Among those braving the elements are men in turtleneck sweaters and baggy suits and their female fashion antitheses who are crammed into ultrashort, ultratight bodi-kon (a Japanese portmanteau of ¡°body conscious¡°) dresses, their long, wan-ren (one length) hair unable to disguise enough bling-bling to start a metal works.
Some have traveled the length and breadth of the country to pirouette their pin-heels on the raised platforms and dance floors of what is an already near-mythical institution: Juliana¡¯s Tokyo.
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