(Sorry, Tokyo Hipsters Club is not a kind of facile fashion that fits anybody.
The following is our Manifesto.)

It’s easy to copy things superficially, play someone, to dress yourself. But no significance in imitating the appearance. “Pretence” is the way Fashion goes, you may say; That it’s an act of pretending to be someone, something. Fair enough. But, look at those wannabe musicians out there, in Keith Richards’ attire, so pathetic. Pretending like someone is all too wretched and, sad. The Native Americans have a legend, The Jumping Mouse. One day, a mouse, who grew up in an ordinary society, heard something roaring. He set off on his journey to identify the sound, and knew the existence of a great river. Urged by a frog, whom he met at the riverbank, he jumped far when he saw a sacred mountain in the distance. Having given his right eye to a blind buffalo, his left eye to a holy wolf, he went on his expedition. The blind mouse found himself on top of the sacred mountain and heard someone’s voice. “Jump high, as far as you can, and look down beneath.” Then, the mouse, who could never have been able to fly, lifted higher and higher. He opened his eyes, which could never have been able to see things, and recognized a small town below When he heard the voice again, from nowhere. “You now have a new name. Your name is Eagle.” To continue your voyage, to keep on running stripping all preconceptions. To explore more of life, to carry on a search for a door to new possibilities. The story of The Jumping Mouse tells us much about the appearance. We don’t have a mouse, a wolf or an eagle from the start. We take an appearance that meets our level of inner grace as time goes by. The inside should come first. Even if you found an outfit you can relate to, That won’t give you a look of an eagle. But we can offer a golden feather To the mice who have doubts about allowing oneself to get on a facile trend, To those who muse over immutable fundamentals. When The Happy Prince lost two sapphires inlaid in his eyes and a ruby decorating the hilt of his sword, When the gold that had covered his lean body was stripped off, He, who became a mere gray clod with a heart of lead,Must have been shining in the dazzling lights of beauty and happiness. The story of an emperor who pursued the most brilliant appearance and fashion, Surrounded and manipulated by crooks called Fashion, Swaggering in the city. It straightforwardly shows the truth of the guise=Fashion. “The emperor has nothing on at all.” It was only an innocent child who recognized and cried. A child who played with the wind and was friends with the sun. In a dilemma of getting closer to the naked emperor as the more one decorates himself, We want you to reconsider your inner self, and To contemplate not letting yourself go with an ever-changing superficial trend To discover the intrinsic value of unchangeable infinity. At that moment, the “western” clothes in Japan will have a respectable brilliancy covering an unencumbered body and soul Getting rid of an extension called occidental. Wearing one thousand feathers doesn’t make a mouse an eagle. If, however, he has one thousand eyes and obtains own measure and wisdom to live, Someday the tiny mousewill have the appearance of an eagle. The legend of The Jumping Mouse, the lead heart of The Happy Prince, A sequel to Jack Kerouac’s journey, Che Guevarra, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs, Janis with “On The Road” in her pocket, Bob Marley, Jimmy Cliff, John Lennon... If one identifies odysseys of these magnificent souls with his own journey, He will find a golden feather of an eagle shining in his heart. Encouraging bravery to jump is easy,admonitions are everywhere on the streets. But the look of the clothes you put on, what they tell, That all depends on your own inside self. “It doesn’t come as how you wear it, but how you live it. Your clothes will always comply with the way you live, and follow you.”