It’s Ghana’s independence day today. My beloved little country turns 56. The state of much in our quinquaginarian nation is quite lamentable, but at the very least we have peace and stability to be thankful for. It seems almost sacrilegious to be plastering this blog with red, white and blue rather than our vivacious red, gold, green today but alas, I can’t help that my soul traveled back to a perfect day in New York’s Soho last summer spent with one of my dearest and best.
Ms. LAOw is gate keeper at the door of the law by day (shameless plug for Kafka), a diurnal painter with light and a designer of beautiful body adorments by night under the brand name of BeadsbyLOLA. Most importantly, she is dear a friend who I can talk to about everything fr the glories of van Dongen’s The Corn Poppy to the rudiments of Azonto. A day between us never goes by without hysterical buffoonery and prolix reflection. So when this big sister of mine told me as I was on my way to meet up with her for a day of Jacques Torres and Balthazar and without a doubt Kirna Zabête, that I better be ready to pose for her camera, I resisted the urge to ask why I had not been forewarned and accepted her request to “twerk for a treat”. I still laugh when I hear her asking me to relax my hands (in the best Ghanaian accent she can muster): a year of consistent weightlifting had its peripheral effects, to put it mildly.
Photo Credit: LAOw
What I Wore: Custom made shirt by Queen Thai Silk, Custom made trousers by Savile Row Tailors, Bangkok, Fendi Colourblock Sandal, Céline Luggage Mini bag, Hermès enamel bracelet,Tom Ford FT 0268 “Carrie” sunglasses, Kenneth Jay Lane Ram Head bracelet, BeadsbyLOLA Ow ring