Brooklyn Love is All About Japanese Hostess Love

This blog has quickly degraded into a running monologue of my unhealthy preoccupation with Japanese chicks.

Continuing with that theme, here is a quick video example of why Japanese hostesses and their hair rule my world.

When I lived in Osaka, one of my main girlfriends, who was a hostess, used to take a cab to my place straight after work at 3am with her hair still done up like this. It was the greatest thing ever.

Love is a Losing Game...

I know this is just recycled '60s stuff a la Dusty Springfield, but I'll let that slide since it's such a nice song to sway to. Not to mention, Amy Winehouse looks a lot like a Japanese hostess, which makes everything alright.