A Piece of Work

"Sometimes the first (and possibly last thing) you should do is to not give a $@&% who is watching you, where you're at, or what you're actually doing and in this case, wearing. If you want to do it, do it. Hence I'm in a beautiful vibrant maxi in the middle of Lower East Side practically scaling the walls to get to the baby hulk." 








Sometimes the first (and possibly last thing) you should do is to not give a $@&% who is watching you, where you're at, or what you're actually doing and in this case, wearing. If you want to do it, do it. Hence I'm in a beautiful vibrant maxi in the middle of Lower East Side practically scaling the walls to get to the baby hulk. What a magnificent piece. I am referring to this Ripley Rader caftan dress and the artwork on this giant wall. Funny how a giant baby hulk can really stop several cliques of people and many individuals. I stand there and I can't help but think about the artist. Why did he decide that a baby hulk was the best way to express himself? How did he even get that high? Did anyone see him? Wait, why a baby? What does the artist look like? Could we be friends? We would probably be friends. That was the only question I was able to answer - quite confidently too if I don't say so myself. On that note, I stood there, looking quite absurd posing with the ever so talented Erika from Hague NYC. People normally don't just do fashion shoots in the middle of the street. But my line of work consists of many of those. I became a moving piece of attraction. Now me and the baby had something in common. We were weird. We were open. We were free. And we were to be watched. There were some sweet comments. Many sweet comments actually. I didn't enjoy the attention but I appreciated these stranger's support whether they were being funny or completely serious. I wouldn't say that I live for these moments. Actually, I cringe at the recollection of it. But it was sweet. I can't imagine what the baby feels like. To be hawked at, taken photos of, appreciated, and finally written and drawn over. I didn't even think of him because I went straight to the hands that created it. 

But I guess, the baby hulk and I have more in common that I thought.

I like him. 



Photos by Erika of Hague NYC