Mademoiselle Yulia Takes Tokyo's Streets By Storm In Dior

You might have heard that The Cov's wheels touched down in Tokyo for Dior's Pre-Fall 2015 show. While our schedule was packed with Dior-centric activities, we did find some time to take in the sights, courtesy of our new Tokyo-based BFF and tour guide extraordinaire, Mademoiselle Yulia. (This wasn't your typical tourist situation. For one thing, our guide showed us around while dressed in head-to-toe Dior.)

For those of you who aren't familiar, Mlle. Yulia is essentially Tokyo fashion royalty; she shows up on red carpets and in street style galleries aplenty — all while DJing the most exclusive parties.

Our first stop was the Imperial Gardens — just a Lady Dior's throw away from the Palace Hotel (our newfound home-away-from-home in Japan). Always one to get in on the full experience, Yulia showed us around the gardens while dressed in a traditional kimono. This makes sense for the DJ-cum-singer; her mother is a trained kimono dresser. Also, Yulia's signature blue hair is courtesy of her hairstylist father. It's a family thing, you guys.
Before heading off to the Dior show, we swung by Yulia's home. It was there that we encountered not only her insane collection of shoes and bags, but also her toys. Yep, you read that right; Yulia is a Barbie-loving, My Little Pony-collecting toy aficionado. We've seen a lot of kooky collections in our day, but this one took the #1 spot.

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Given Yulia's passion, it only makes sense that we met her the following day at her favorite haunt: a vintage toy store. Tucked away in a small alley in the Harujuku district, this shop rained toy memorabilia from our childhood dreams — E.T. figurines, collectible Barbies still in their boxes, every Simpson character ever created, Sailor Moon everything.

After tearing ourselves away from the toy store, the next stop was (obviously) a place where we could calm our over-stimulated nerves with a beverage — a.k.a. the most rad dive bar in the history of all dive bars. Called The Trump Room, this place was dotted with red velvet chairs and hundreds of gold mirrors.

According to our guide (that would be Yulia), no trip to Tokyo is complete without a some good, old-fashioned, Lost in Translation-style karaoke. While our pipes were more than a bit rusty, Yulia had no problem belting out her favorite Japanese hits (but she's a professional, so no fair). After a few sakes and three orders of fries, Pharrell's "Lucky" was blasting out of our private room.

Finally, after a delicious meal at Gonpachi (the restaurant where the epic Uma Thurman versus Lucy Liu Kill Bill throwdown took place), we were filled with more sake and even more carbs. We thanked our most gracious, forever-Dior-clad host and headed back to the Palace. And we already have our next queue of karaoke songs prepared for round two.

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