The Things We Do For Love
I’m 46 years old and should know better than to be growing out a mid-70’s homage to Bowie haircut. I may be a million miles away from looking like the thin white duke but sometimes I get so consumed by a piece of music, a book or film that I end up manifesting my obsessions in some way.
When I saw Faye Dunaway in the film ‘Bonnie and Clyde‘, I had to wear a beret and jaunty neckerchief every day for months, and the film ‘Amelie’ had me skimming stones and even meeting up with friends in the Café des Deux Moulins in Paris. I’ve walked in the footsteps of Daniel Sempere in Barcelona, I’ve made madeleines to honour Proust, I’ve played pooh-sticks in the hundred acre wood and I knit my favourite authors. Don’t even get me started on the mini ‘Smiths’ pilgrimage I made around Manchester.
I recently started reading ‘Wise Children’ by Angela Carter, and within the first few pages I was so enthralled by the writing and the fabulous characters of aging twins Dora and Nora in their glamorous silk kimonos, turbans, and Guerlain perfume, I knew I needed to act. As Revlon’s ‘Fire and Ice’ is their lipstick of choice, and a shade I own but rarely dare to wear, my choice of homage was easy.
I’ve been wearing it every day since. Crazy as it sounds, I feel this small insignificant act of frippery connects me that little bit more to the characters in the novel, and to an era that is now passed. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but for now, every time I put on my lipstick, I’m in showbiz!