Japanesey

I went out to a new Japanese restaurant, speakeasy tonight, Kyo Ya in the East Village. As usual, the Japanese staff thought I was Japanese, not only because of the way I look physically but mayhap also because of the way I dress. One waitress in particular asked about what I was wearing twice. This is a quick sketch of what I was wearing: drkshdw jacket, no name pleather (fake RO) vest, drkshdw tee underneath, Henrik Vibskov drop crotch pants, RO high tops.