It’s amazing what a cheeky wig can do. It’s a great conversation starter. Not only it brings joy to the wearer, it also sprinkles a little bit of fun and fairy dust to the people around him/her/shim. I thought it was interesting how people were more warm and receptive to me when I wore my blond afro out. People around Copenhagen, both tourists and locals alike, pointed, stared, smiled, laughed and at times, took a photo with me. While the long-legged Andy from StyleScrapBook took photos of moi in the middle of the street (I had the ‘DJ Turn It Up’ track playing in my head after watching the Louis Vuitton spring 2010 show on Youtube a hundred times while getting dressed at the hotel), an Italian couple stopped, discussed whether my crowning glory was my real hair or not for a good few minutes. The man eventually told his girlfriend “peluca” after much deliberation. Deep down inside I was thinking, damn, maybe I should wear wigs more often because more people come up and talk to me… as opposed to being a run-of-the-mill, brunette gaysian with robocop sunglasses and a smug face? I kid, I kid you. But on a serious note, it’s a great social experiment. There’s something voyeuristic (and fetishistic, if that’s a word) in watching people’s reactions. This is what I love about fashion the most: it gives anyone the ability to transform themselves to whatever character they want.
The floral shirt and shorts are my design — sorry to sound so repetitive, but again, bought the fabric in India last month and went to a tailor there to get them made for me. I had a ton of clothes made so expect me to be wearing them over the next few weeks. I’m still trying to get used to this whole “where did you get this from” whatever and it feels weird saying “custom-made”. A bit awkward, but I don’t mind.
Sunglasses from Mykita x Rad Hourani, beige shirt from Kenzo, necklace from India, belt from H&M, bag from Jason Wu, socks from Solmate, sandals from Marc by Marc Jacobs
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On a side note, I really love my new camera!