Kono Osaresanme

Tokyo, 2055. Three hundred meters above the city, zera-don runs ALT.300, a late night pirate radio station. This is her autumn winter collection.

Radio has no pictures, so she dresses the sound. A kick drum like slim boots, hi hats like silver earrings, a bassline worn like a light coat. Cut from city pop, AOR, bossa nova and acid jazz, each track is a look tailored for a quiet autumn night.

Wear it, let it sway, let it go. The chords never quite come home, and the show ends softly, still unresolved.

What disappeared arrives late. Tonight, as always, from ALT.300.