Every time I travel to Japan, my skin develops an inferiority complex. I mean, have you ever seen Japanese women with their soft, shiny and truly perfect skin? There is no single point or enlarged pore to be seen anywhere. And this time it was even worse, considering I was in Kanazawa to meet one of the greatest cultural icons of all time: honest geisha. One super-magical woman who can flirt with her eyes down, fascinated by their sensuality that is quiet and enters with wrist movements. And then there are very fine porcelain skins, sparkling hair and ruby red lips that are unmatched throughout the world.