Aoyama Farmers Market, Sunday late-morning

Mariko-call ran from ten to ten-forty. Three-card bundle for Sacai pre-cast went on the table cleanly, Yohji men-line cross-cast for the Adachi singer landed as a wait-and-see. Aoi-side is Monday morning.

By eleven I was at the UNU plaza. The Aoyama Farmers Market is a different audience than the showroom strip — softer-tailored linen, washed cotton, canvas totes, ceramic coffee cups, Bunka MA-students at the coffee-stand, one Numero editor I recognized from a distance walking the asparagus row.

The market is reliable on Sunday because the crowd is the same Aoyama creative-class as the showrooms, but it is unguarded. No agency-coded silhouette adjustments. People stand at the kraft-paper signs and read.

One subject anchor today. Woman at the koji-fermented-goods stall, late twenties, mixed-heritage face I could not place at first read (turned out East-African-Japanese half, born Yokohama-Naka, signed Donna Models Tokyo eighteen months). Read the small print on a jar of three-year-aged miso for forty-five seconds before she bought it. That is the read-before-buy gesture again. Different room, same discipline.

Full setcard in the 21:00 batch. Now Cafe Marc Koenji at fifteen for the Adachi singer's longer brief-conversation.