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Japanese school uniformFrom Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A winter sailor outfit with long sleeves on a mannequin.Japan introduced school uniforms in the late 19th century. Today, school uniforms are common in many of the Japanese public and private school systems. The Japanese word for this type of uniform is seifuku (制服?).

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1 Usage
2 Gakuran
3 Sailor outfit
4 Cultural significance
5 See also
6 References
7 External links

[edit] UsageThe Japanese junior- and senior-high-school uniform traditionally consists of a military style uniform for boys and a sailor outfit for girls. These uniforms are based on Meiji era formal military dress, themselves modeled on European-style naval uniforms. The sailor outfit replace the undivided hakama (andon bakama 行灯袴) designed by Utako Shimoda between 1920–30.[1] While this style of uniform is still in use, many schools have moved to more Western-pattern parochial school uniform styles. These uniforms consist of a white shirt, tie, blazer with school crest, and tailored trousers (often not of the same color as the blazer) for boys and a white blouse, tie, blazer with school crest, and tartan culottes or skirt for girls.

In the classroom, as in their home, Japanese students are required to take off the shoes they wear outdoors and put on their uwabaki, a kind of soft slipper meant to be used only indoors.Regardless of what type of uniform any particular school assigns its students, all schools have a summer version of the uniform (usually consisting of just a white dress shirt and the uniform slacks for boys and a reduced-weight traditional uniform or blouse and tartan skirt with tie for girls) and a sports-activity uniform (a polyester track suit for year-round use and a t-shirt and short pants for summer activities). Depending on the discipline level of any particular school, students may often wear different seasonal and activity uniforms within the same classroom during the day. Individual students may attempt to subvert the system of uniforms by wearing their uniforms incorrectly or by adding prohibited elements such as large loose socks or badges. Girls may shorten their skirts, permanently or by wrapping up the top to decrease length; boys may wear trousers about the hips, omit ties, or keep their shirts unbuttoned.

Since some schools do not have sex-segregated changing- or locker-rooms, students may change for sporting activities in their classrooms. As a result, such students may wear their sports uniforms under their classroom uniforms. Certain schools also regulate student hairstyles, footwear, and book bags; but these particular rules are usually adhered to only on special occasions, such as trimester opening and closing ceremonies and school photo days.

It is normal for uniforms to be worn outside of school areas, however this is going out of fashion and many students wear a casual dress.[2] While not many public elementary schools in Japan require uniforms, many private schools and public schools run by the central government still do so.

[edit] Gakuran
Museum exhibit of the uniforms of the Ichikawa Gakuen school. The middle mannequin is displaying a gakuran.The gakuran (学ラン?) or the tsume-eri (詰襟?) are the uniforms for many middle school and high school boys in Japan. The color is normally black, but some schools use navy and dark blue as well.

The top has a standing collar buttoning down from top-to-bottom. Buttons are usually decorated with the school emblem to show respect to the school. Pants are straight leg and a black or dark-colored belt is worn with them. Boys usually wear penny loafers or sneakers with this uniform. Some schools may require the students to wear collar-pins representing the school and/or class rank.

The second button from the top of a male’s uniform is often given away to a female he is in love with, and is considered a way of confession. The second button is the one closest to the heart and is said to contain the emotions from all three years attendance at the school. This practice was apparently made popular by a scene in a novel by Daijun Takeda.[3][4][5]

Traditionally, the gakuran is also worn along with a matching (usually black) student cap, although this custom is less common in modern times.

The Gakuran is derived from Prussian army uniforms. The term is a combination of gaku (学) meaning "study" or "student", and ran (らん or 蘭) meaning the Netherlands or, historically in Japan, the West in general; thus, gakuran translates as "Western student (uniform)". Such clothing was also worn by school children in South Korea and pre-1949 China.

[edit] Sailor outfit
Japanese junior high school students in sailor outfitsThe sailor outfit (セーラー服?) is a common style of uniform worn by female middle school and high school students, and occasionally, elementary school students. It was introduced as a school uniform in 1920 in Heian Jogakuin (平安女学院?)[6] and 1921 by the principal of Fukuoka Jo Gakuin University (福岡女学院?),[7] Elizabeth Lee. It was modeled after the uniform used by the British Royal Navy at the time, which Lee had experienced as an exchange student in the United Kingdom.

Much like the male uniform, the gakuran, the sailor outfit bears a similarity to various military styled naval uniforms. The uniform generally consists of a blouse attached with a sailor-style collar and a pleated skirt. There are seasonal variations for summer and winter: sleeve length and fabric are adjusted accordingly. A ribbon is tied in the front and laced through a loop attached to the blouse. Several variations on the ribbon include neckties, bolo ties, neckerchiefs, and bows. Common colors are navy blue, white, grey, light green and black.

Shoes, socks, and other accessories are sometimes included as part of the uniform. These socks are typically navy or white. The shoes are typically brown or black penny loafers. Although not part of the prescribed uniform, alternate forms of legwear (such as loose socks, knee-length stockings, or similar) are also commonly matched by more fashionable girls with their sailor outfits.

[edit] Cultural significanceVarious schools are known for their particular uniforms. Uniforms can have a nostalgic characteristic for former students, and is often associated with relatively carefree youth. Uniforms are sometimes modified by students as a means of exhibiting individualism, including lengthening or shortening the skirt, removing the ribbon, hiding patches or badges under the collar, etc. In past decades, brightly coloured variants of the sailor outfit were also adopted by Japanese yankee and Bōsōzoku biker gangs.

Because school uniforms are a popular fetish item, second-hand sailor outfits and other items of school wear are brokered through underground establishments known as burusera, although changes to Japanese law have made such practices difficult.

in the belly of a whale
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this is what i wear to greet the fleet when they come in ;). it’s gorgeous in van, hence the bare legs/nautical victorian vibe.

indigo blazer/cardigan (blazigan): liz claiborne via winners (hooray for deep clearance)
red crepe cotton scarf (tied in bow): gift from louella
yellow rag flower pin: the gap
white ragged edge skirt: old navy a few summers back
striped nautical button tee: winners
canvas and leather purse: vintage (i carry it a lot lately)
mustard ruffle flats: gift from marianne (via target)
gold and pearl clip on earrings: vintage
octo necklace: formula exo
lippy is maybelline cool watermelon lined with mac red.

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Low on spending money for the rest of the month, John and Anne thought it’d be a good idea to find work. It would only be for a few weeks and their trip would start soon. Since the holidays were coming they anticipated a rush of seasonal jobs to be available even with the poor economy.

They stalked about it in the living room while watching TV on a Monday morning. The volume was on low. The channel was showing re-runs of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. The episode where it’s revealed that Geoffrey was a shamed former marathon star in England.

“I don’t want to work in retail,” Anne said.
“That’s fine. I wasn’t considering it. How about being a barista at the campus coffee house?”
“No. I’ve been there once and I’m not going back either. I want to do something fun. Or interesting. I don’t want to slave away. What’s the point?”
“Money’s the point.”
“We’re not broke enough to be desperate yet.” She leaned all the way back into the bean bag chair until it looked as if her shoulders had disappeared. Lhasa came from around the other side and curled around her feet.
“I have an idea,” John said. He leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees. “Do you know the studio on Q St.?”
“You mean the one by that salon, what’s the name…Sally’s?”
“Yeah,” John said. He lifted his cup of the end table and had a drink. Lately, he started adding sugar and milk to his coffee because of his upset stomach. It had been bothering him for weeks so he held back on the black coffee and drank less in the evenings.
“What about that place?” Anne said.
“I was thinking we should apply there.”
“A photography studio?” She smoothed the hemline of her dress and came back from the folds of the bean chair while scooping Lhasa into her arms in one continuous motion. She stroked the cat underneath its chin. It turned its head up and closed its eyes.
“What’s wrong with that? They’ve a ‘Now Hiring’ sign on the front window and I think we’re competent enough. It’s just pictures. We’ve taken plenty of them for Ray, Doris and most of the other people we know.”
“At parties and dinners and things like that. There’s a difference.”
“What’s the difference? Don’t be so down on ourselves. We basically live across the street from that place. Everyone thinks ours photos are nice. It’d be perfect.”
“Don’t be so naive. There’s a huge difference.”
“At least we can try hm?” He got up and opened the blinds. “What time is it?”
“It’s ten.”
“I didn’t realize we’re up so early today.”

John and Anne cobbled some prints together from Costco. They printed twenty 8×10 sized pictures on lustre paper. The pictures were from their personal collection of friends, scenes, animals, landscapes, and other ephemeral things that caught their attention in the past few months. In order to maintain some professional distance, they did not include photos of each other even though it was these photos that they valued the most, personally and aesthetically. Along with their resumes, they placed everything into a box made out of beech that had a sliding tray and brought it with them to the studio. It was like high school again when they had gone business to business, door to door, dressed in the same clothes they wore to homecoming dance and looking for summer jobs.

From the outside, the studio looked shabby. There was a sign that said “1 Hour Photo. Passports and Portraits.” Green chairs with metal legs were lined along the front of the store and the adjoining wall to form an L shape. The counter sat within the rest of the room and had a glass display filled with film boxes – Fuji Sensia, Reala, Velvia, Kodak PortaPro. The colors on the face of these boxes were faded from too much time spent in the sunlight that came in through the open door of the shop. They were only for show since John figured that it had probably been over half a decade since film was last used in here. The green on the Fuji boxes especially, were now a milky ocean gray.

The shop keeper was a middle aged Vietnamese man, who introduced himself as Vincent. He had thinning hair which was combed over the top of his head. He laid the photos on the counter and looked through them. Some of them, he rearranged. This annoyed John a bit, since he spent most of the morning finding a certain order in order to hint at a narrative. “Besides Ray, no one can read your mind. I think only you and him can see the connections that you’re trying to make,” Anne said while patting her blouse down with packaging tape to remove lint. She didn’t even bother to turn around and watch him sift through the pictures. Now they were all mixed up.

After some time, Vincent put his elbows on top the counter and rested his cheeks in his hands. He sighed. John could not tell if the he was disappointed, bored, or for recalling some old sentimental memory. Maybe he was just relieved to be done with the pictures, so that he could usher them out and return to his computer screen behind the counter.

“Look at the photos along these walls,” Vincent said. He stood up and waved with his hand a large swooping motion. John and Anne turned their shoulders and heads to follow. There were portraits of all kinds. Couples. Wedding photos. Teenagers coming for wallets sized prints. Prom. Some more elaborate glamour shots. Everything was soft brushed, blemish free. Each face manipulated into a dream like focus. The colors of the background intense, yet never dominating. Wallpaper. “I enjoyed going through your photos but I don’t think this place is for you.”

“I’m sorry. Thanks for your time then,” John said.
Vincent put the photos back into the sliding tray, slid it back into the box and gave it back to John.
“No. Thanks for coming by.”
“Was there anything that you noticed in the photos that would you didn’t like? I mean with the portraits we had.” Anne said.
“Well there are some things…Hello. I’ll be right with you.” A family walked into the shop before he could finish his sentence. It was a man wearing navy suspenders, trousers and a stripped tie. next to him was woman in a gray blazer and pencil skirt. They held a set of boys, twins, who were dressed alike. John and Anne turned around and smiled at them. The woman caressed the baby underneath its chin and made soft cooing sounds. “Say hello Davey,” the woman said as she lifted the baby’s hand to wave.

“Thanks for stopping by. Please keep doing what you do,” Vincent said, bending down to go through a a file of photo envelops.
“Thank you.”

John and Anne walked home. Though it was the middle of the afternoon and the sun was shining directly overhead, around lunch time, both of them felt sleepy. “I’d rather take a nap first before eating,” Anne said.
John didn’t answer and they walked until the end of the block.
“Don’t you think that was a bit annoying?” he said.
“He was so damn cryptic. And the way he said ‘I don’t think this place is for you’. It was weird. What does he know?”
“I suppose a lot.”
“Ah. I don’t get it. Forget it. You were right.” John laughed a little. “Let’s just go home. Maybe he’s right too. I just don’t like being told I can’t do something or don’t belong. My confidence is absolutely crushed.”
“My photos were in there too. Don’t just think about yourself.”
“You’re right. Yours aren’t good either.”

When they got home, John set the box on the coffee table and feel asleep on the sofa while watching a documentary. It was about the formation of life on Earth. Anne took Lhasa and went upstairs into her room and didn’t come out for the rest of the afternoon. The had set when she finally woke up. She walked down the stairs and turned the lights on. All of their photos had been taped to the walls in the living room, staircase and kitchen..

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Upon seeing the students in uniforms, many of the Americans who had just arrived in Japan were confused and some worried that the nation was getting ready to militarize again.

However, upon seeing the beautiful young ladies of high school age, they soon realized the uniforms were for academic purposes. I recall my first trip to Yokohama. I took a sketch book and a few pencils and made my way toward the harbor. I always loved harbors, thus seeing Yokohama was a high priority. Helpful young students guided me to what became a favorite place, Yamashita Park. As I sketched, dozens of young lads in dark blue uniforms, many with hats, gathered around. Their smiles and polite attitudes assured me they were somewhat fascinated by seeing a single American sketching the harbor. Very soon, they were asking me questions in English, much to my surprise, and we enjoyed a pleasant conversation, though not fluent, very understandable. It was a pleasant introduction to a nation I remembered as one of fierce warriors when I was still in grade school. Naturally, movies like "Sands of Iwo Jima" came to mind, but those images were transformed very early into something completely different, a peaceful and friendly mass of polite people. When I noticed the young women in their late teens in school uniforms, I could not help but marvel at their natural beauty.

At the time, I did not notice the absence of men twenty to thirty years my senior, men who were old enough to have been my father’s age. Thus, the majority of the Japanese I met throughout my tour were mostly my age, younger or older, but now I realize they were those men who were fortunate to have escaped conscription as the peace was made in 1945.

Most of those men, a generation older than myself, were not scholars but busily employed in the reconstruction of their nation. They were the men who were in construction, the men buillding the concrete forms from bamboo, the men drilling into old concrete, and those who were running new electrical lines below and above ground.

Amongst this diverse nation were groups of male and female students going about, laughing and in seemingly good moods, in school uniforms. I grew to enjoy their presence around me wherever I wandered during the daylight hours. Many of the students in school uniforms were in their late teens. It was not unusual to see these students in some of the coffee and wine shops that were so common around the different areas of Yokohama.


Students in uniforms with friends and me…

great pic

sans outerwear:
nautical (sans outerwear)

shirt/necklace detail:
necklace and button detail

the nauticalness is awesome!

fave fave fave fave FAAAAAAVE!

Adore! And that lipstick mix is AMAZING on you!

Loveit ! Especially the dash of yellow/mustard from the pin and shoes! You are always so cute.


Adorable outfit! I like that huge scarf and the octo necklace!

Love everything about this outfit! Just gorgeous!

Love that top so much!

I agree with astryd – totally love the surprising yellow accents, they look fantastic! Great outfit.

Yay Decemberists quote! And a wonderful outfit, that jacket is so flattering.

Oh man, either way!

(sigh) I need you to come dress me and do my makeup!


This look is so awesome. I love the nautical approach.

Omg girl that scarf makes it happen!

the writing and the photo… absolutely wonderful :)))

the more i read the writing, the more i love the photo 🙂
they are more than brilliant .

Gee, I started reading just to get the sense of what it was going to be about and got completely sucked in! And the picture is excellent.


Thank you for reading. =)

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