Anna Soeda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

Head To Head

After lunch, we decided to stroll around the Soeda Castle ruins. It’s such a peaceful spot. I love the cherry blossoms there. But guess what? It started raining! Like, seriously? I was soaked in seconds. I was laughing and crying at the same time. “This is the worst best day ever!” I shouted. Yuki just rolled her eyes.

This is the third installment of Lacoste's artist program exclusively at the Harajuku store. The products created with Nana Soeda will be on display.