#Matsumoto city

[tokyostreetphoto]

National Panasonic, Matsumoto 松本

#日本 #長野 #松本 #japan #nagano #matsumoto #photography #photo #city #retro #urban organics #urban #metropolis #Ricoh GR III

[roseillith]

HEARTCATCH PRECURE! MOVIE: FASHION SHOW IN THE CITY OF FLOWERS!? (2010) dir. RIE MATSUMOTO

#f #a #heartcatch precure #heartcatch precure movie: fashion show in the city of flowers #rie matsumoto #cure moonlight #yuri tsukikage

[uwmspeccoll]

Milestone Monday

Untitled, 1939

Self-Obliteration No. 1 and No. 2, 1962-67

A Pumpkin, 1999

Women of Shangri-La (Infinity Nets), 2002

Women Wishing for Peace, 2004

Yayoi-chan & Toko-ton, 2013

I'm Here, but Nothing, 2000/2018

My Heart with Many Worries, 2013

Tomb of Downfall, and my Spiritual Poverty Dominates my Entire Body, 2017

January 22nd is National Polka Dot Day and to celebrate we’re sharing artwork from the Queen of Polka Dots, Yayoi Kusama (b. 1929)! Kusama’s first recorded use of polka dots dates back to around age ten when she covered a drawn portrait of her mother in a field of frantic dots. More than a stylistic choice, Kusama has since shared the use of polka dots reflects the “infinity nets” present in the visual hallucinations she often experiences in relation to her mental illness. Incorporating them into her art became a way for Kusama to share and coexist with the fears prevalent in her life.  

Yayoi Kusama: All About My Love, published by Thames & Hudson in 2019, is an intimate overview of Kusama’s life and career documenting the artist’s retrospective exhibition of the same name that was on view at the Matsumoto City Museum of Art in 2018. One of the many exhibition catalogs held within Special Collections, Yayoi Kusama: All About My Love offers nearly 200 color reproductions of Kusama’s work accompanied by numerous photographs of the artist, archival paraphernalia, poetry, interviews and her exhibitions throughout her long career.  

Read other Milestone Monday posts here! 

– Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern 

#national polka dot day #yayoi kusama #all about my love #thames & hudson #matsumoto city museum of art #milestone monday

[useyourimagination2020]

MACHINNERS CITY by Leiji Matsumoto

#leiji matsumoto #machinners city #japanese comics #松本零士

[citypopdaily]

メビウスの輪 (Möbius no Wa) by Junko Ohashi / 大橋純子

Album: Flush Year: 1978 Label: Philips → Universal Music Japan Lyrics: Takashi Matsumoto / 松本隆 Music: Kyouhei Tsutsumi / 筒美京平

#city pop #junko ohashi #1978 #philips #universal music japan #takashi matsumoto #kyouhei tsutsumi #70s city pop #subcategory: funk/soul #admin fave #hidden gem #my channel #大橋純子 #Youtube

[eyelectricmoon]

okay so my copy of 'pink cloudy sky' arrived today and i've been flipping through it and reading short excerpts... near the beginning rem (hide's old saver tiger bandmate) describes hide sitting him down at the beauty parlour one day and giving him a makeover, and he talks about how soothing and comforting it was, and how much he loved the relaxing feeling of hide gently washing his hair, and he says that it's a nice memory that stayed with him forever-

(he also laughed that while hide himself absolutely avoided sunbathing, he liked rem's tan and encouraged him to go even darker, lol)

#i'm sad now #txt #quotes #pink cloudy sky #hide #hideto matsumoto #rem #saver tiger #i need a cheat sheet with japanese city and prefecture names so i dont look up their individual kanji and play myself each time i see #an unfamiliar long word #yokosuka..... #the amount of times i looked up yokosuka today and then slapped my forehead

[jpnnewmusicdaily]

100ワットの恋人 (100-Watt no Koibito) by Shigeru Suzuki / 鈴木茂

Album: Shigeru Suzuki & Huckleback (Mini-Album) Year: 1976 Label: Nippon Crown (Panam sublabel) Lyrics: Takashi Matsumoto / 松本隆 Music: Shigeru Suzuki / 鈴木茂

#japanese new music #shigeru suzuki #1976 #nippon crown #takashi matsumoto #70s singer songwriter music #subcategory: funk/soul #almost city pop #video misattributes the artist slightly but it's fine #admin fave #鈴木茂 #Youtube

[maho1105]

Christmas a day late

#christmas #city life #japan #matsumoto

[falseandrealultravival]

The Ivory Coast (Mariya Takeuchi): At the end of love (city pop)

It is included in Mariya Takeuchi's early CD "Love songs". The lyrics are written by Takashi Matsumoto, a genius lyricist. Two of lovers went for a walk to the beach, which they named the Ivory Coast. Full of happiness. But it's been three years since her lover left her...

♪It's been three years

phone call from you

a nostalgic name

I pretended to forget you

I was told I was cold

real feelings

if I talk to you

The time gone

nothing to fill it

distant summer

distant summer

象牙海岸（竹内まりや）：恋の終わりに（音楽）

竹内まりやの初期のＣＤ「Love songs」に収められている。作詩は天才作詞家の松本隆。恋人同士、逍遥して海辺に出て、そこを２人で象牙海岸と名付けた。幸せいっぱい。でも恋人は彼女の許を離れ、３年が経過した・・・

Due to copyright law, it is troublesome, so I adopted the version sung by another person (Yukino Matsushiro).

(2023.03.19)

#The Ivory Coast #Mariya Takeuchi #Takashi Matsumoto #three years #city pop #Youtube

[hassavocado]

Leiji Matsumoto illustration for Michael Moorcock’s Warrior of Mars - City of the Beast

#leiji matsumoto #michael moorcock #city of the beast #warrior of mars

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)?

𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟

Fickle laughter accompanies a lone finger idly tracing invisible shapes upon her desk’s tabletop. “If there was a reason, I don’t know it,” plucking a pen and snatching a scrap of paper the invisible drawings became finite with the flick of her pen. “Though, depending on the kanji used my name can have different meanings, but regardless of the kanji for ‘ran’…” striking a few additional lines before lifting her pen from the parchment and setting it aside, “‘Giku’ means chrysanthemum.” A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she eased slightly back in her chair, “Maybe it simply means I’m destined for the First Division.”

#me angsty laughing; girl didn't even get a real birthday you think she gets a thought out meaning behind her name #no #Matsumoto is a city in Japan and there's a castle #she's royalty y'all believe it #𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟

[tokyostreetphoto]

Green Crates, Matsumoto 松本

#日本 #長野 #松本 #japan #nagano #matsumoto #photography #photo #city #retro #urban organics #urban #metropolis #Ricoh GR III

[roseillith]

HEARTCATCH PRECURE! MOVIE: FASHION SHOW IN THE CITY OF FLOWERS!? (2010) dir. RIE MATSUMOTO

#a #f #heartcatch precure movie: fashion show in the city of flowers #heartcatch precure #rie matsumoto

[pointandshooter]

Pumpkin, 2016, Yayoi Kusama, Japanese, b. Matsumoto City, 1929

Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, DC, Joseph H. Hirshhorn Purchase Fund, 2020

photo: David Castenson

#sculpture #yayoi kusama #pumpkin #hirshhorn museum #photographers on tumblr

[mncxbe]

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑eq

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: slice of life, age gap (a little bit unhealthy) relationship, smoking in bed, implied alcohol addiction, clichés, so so many clichés// reader is a singer

The flashing lights of the city beamed around you, specs of gold and shimmer that reflected off glassy windows and illuminated the navy night. Somewhere down on the crowded boulevard, cars honked and rushed, wheels squeaking against the pavement.

And yet the apartment felt cold an empty. Tossing around in your bed you reached for your phone, tapping the screen twice; it turned on without a sound. 2:25 a.m. No texts or missed calls.

You placed the phone back on the nightstand next to a crumpled pack of cigarettes and your paperback copy of Seichō Matsumoto's "Tokyo express". He hated when you smoked inside, but then again you also hated when he drank. With each their own vice.

Restless, mind fogged with nagging thoughts you went back to laying on your back; gaze unfocused. You took in a deep breath then exhaled.

How did you end up like this? you wondered for the nth time that week. You kept trying to place the exact moment your relationship started to come undone, when the two of you started to drift apart– was it after that fight you had four months ago? or maybe after you returned from vacation at the end of August? or it was all doomed from the beginning?

Perhaps this wasn't even caused by a mere moment, like a cord snapped in half. Maybe it was the result of your habits: his incessant absence due to work matters and your proneness to feeling lonely and nostalgic.

An ambulance rushed past your building, siren blaring, but the sound felt distant and muffled as if you were underwater. You remembered the first time you met him at that jazz club, a dim lit room filled with rich men and women dressed in lavish silk dresses and reeking of cigarette smoke where you used to sing on Friday nights.

He was celebrating one of his fellow coworkers' birthday or something... you didn't quite recall. But the moment your eyes met something snapped inside you. Cliché as it may sound you knew —and he knew too, that you were meant to be. Soft spoken and well mannered, you couldn't help but fall head over heels for him.

That night nothing mattered except the two of you. He felt so right, so safe. And it has been for a while. After a few dates at restaurants you never even dreamt of dining at, dramshops and sumptuous galas he attended and was kind enough to bring you as his plus one; you moved in, leaving your deadbeat one bedroom apartment in Kotobukicho for a penthouse in the heart of Yokohama.

And it was fun for a while. Fukuchi was kind and, although busy due to his position as the Hunting Dogs captain, he always made time for you. 'You make me feel young again' he confessed one night as the two of you lounged on the cushy couch, fingers lazily intertwined. 'You do too' you replied, earning a heartfelt chuckle from him. Ironic, considering that you were much younger than him, but he knew what you meant.

During those first eight months of your relationship you wrote song after song; you were inspired like never before in your life and at nights, when he came back from work, you'd sit on the bedroom floor and play the guitar for him until he fell asleep in your arms.

But then... something happened. He started coming home late and drunk, the sour taste of alcohol lingering on his lips as he kissed you goodnight. Your conversation resumed to only: "How was your day?" Good, and yours? "As usual."

The mere thought was sickening, like a punch to the stomach. Reaching for your cigarettes you took one out of the pack, lit it and inhaled, allowing the thick smoke to cloud your racing thoughts. Memories of times which seemed dim and distant, but were in fact mere months in the past.

Just then, you heard the front door opened and closed, followed by heavy steps around the apartment. A kitchen cabinet slammed shut, the sound of water dripping out of the faucet, silence... then the soft clink of the same glass placed on the marble counter.

You didn't even bother to put out your cigarette when you heard him walk towards your bedroom and quietly slid the door open.

"Hey, you still up?" he asked in a hushed voice, words slightly slurred.

Humming a mhm before taking a puff, you waved at him.

Without turning on the light he took off his uniform and climbed in bed next to you, arms wrapping around your waist as his head came to rest against your shoulders. Your fingers naturally slid through his messy hair, gently combing the light strands.

"How was your day?" you eventually asked; mechanically almost and you felt him shrug.

"As usual. Missions and meetings" he replied plainly but then added in a softer tone "But I missed you."

"You did?"

"Of course I did. I always do."

Taking a drag from your cigarette you tiled your head to the side to look at him. His expression conjured up an image of pure exhaustion: eyelids shut tight, eyebrows knitted, the corners of his lips turned slightly down.

"I miss you too, you know?" you stated quietly, almost like a whisper. But you both knew the true meaning of your words.

He shifted closer to you and placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder. "I know. I'll try to take next weekend off so we can go somewhere. Would you like that? Or we can just stay at home, just the two of us."

"Yea. That'd be nice"

"Good, great."

You rubbed the bud of your cigar on the edge of an overfilled ashtray on your nightstand and tossed it inside before turning to your side to face him. Your head felt clouded and heavy from the smoke, sleep threatening to lull you at any moment.

"I love you" you said softly, hand finding his as your fingers loosely intertwining and you closed your eyes.

Before falling into a deep slumber you heard his low voice, a hushed "I love you too, always will my darling" followed by sweet nonsense that somehow soothed your soul. And for the first time in a while there was hope, or maybe just empty delusions– but you fell asleep to the comforting feeling of his presence and the faded sounds of the night city.

#i've had it in my drafts for over six months think it's time i posted it #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #fukuchi bsd #fukuchi x reader #bsd fukuchi #ochi fukuchi

[citypopdaily]

SEPTEMBER by Mariya Takeuchi / 竹内まりや

Album: Love Songs Year: 1980 Label: RCA Lyrics: Takashi Matsumoto / 松本隆 Music: Tetsuji Hayashi / 林哲司

#city pop #mariya takeuchi #1980 #rca records #takashi matsumoto #tetsuji hayashi #80s city pop #subcategory: funk/soul #tip of the city pop iceberg #my channel #竹内まりや #Youtube