Even though I work in fashion, I’m not that interested in cool things, and I don’t have many friends in the industry — not even other designers.
When I host a party, it’s usually a casual affair, not exactly Instagrammable. This was no exception. We rented a place called Marohige, which is a small gay bar in the Shinjuku Ni-chome district, a hub for Tokyo’s gay subculture.
Since they don’t serve much food, we had Uber deliver. The drinks were what we normally drink: shochu with jasmine tea, oolong tea and corn tea.
What made the evening special wasn’t only that we were having dinner at a favorite bar but that two of my guests — Keishan, a model, and Maxim, a drag queen from Paris — wore my clothes.