DRAG: THE NEW DIOR

Say the word ‘fashion’ and one is likely to think of an impeccably chic female strutting the streets in sky-high heels and a fabulous frock. Or perhaps one even imagines a handsome male model divinely dressed in a YSL suit armored with perfectly chiseled cheek bones (sigh). But this blog is dedicated to neither; and when I mean ‘neither’, I mean both. Yep, you read that word correctly, BOTH. I’m talking about drag queens, daaarling. This post is solely dedicated to my stylish sisters of the fashion world who are, ironically, men.

            Now before you automatically assume that I am:

aa.)   drunk

bb.)  legitimately blind

or

cc.)   have lost my marbles completely,

I will, soberly and with 20/20 vision, truthfully repeat that I believe drag queens to be fabulously, fucking fashionable.

            F.Y.I to all you rolling-eyed cynics: I’m not talking about those curious queens who adorn themselves in their best friends dress after too many wines whilst singing “I am every woman” in their Whitney-impersonator vocals. No, I am exclusively referring to the most gracious and respected drag queens to walk the face of the Earth (‘Earth’ clearly being every glamorous gay club in town).

You have to hand it to them. It takes a true trendsetter to pull off sequined stilettos; larger-than-life hair and a miniscule mini- all with their balls tucked securely up their asses. Yes, there is no denying it; there is no fashionista like a faux female fella.

Let’s face it; they were the first to discover the power of glitter and the magic of gloss lipstick. They knew, well before any other stylist or fashion commentator, what it took to be a dapper diva.

Take my new drag queen BFF* for example.

*Our encounter lasted only seconds. She told me she adored my playsuit and I stroked her hair.

            Any who, my BFF (naturally, with all the admiration going on, name exchanges were nonessential), was flaunting an incredibly amazing, soft-curled, white perm. Needless to say, she was rocking Marilyn like the true star herself. My point here is that drag queens know how to do it. They know how to create a movie star look without looking like they tried. This is a feat that is beyond astonishing; given that men don’t normally wake up looking like Marilyn.

Aside from this, it was as if my new BFF was a psychic of style. It was as if she knew that white hair would be making a come back in the fashion world; just look at the industry- no catwalk is without its platinum princess!

 Abbey Lee Kershaw- fashion model supporting 

the white-haired trend. Perhaps she also meet my BFF?

Additionally, this charismatic character was wearing high heels fit for a queen. Pardon the punt. Breathtaking in height and in design, it was obvious that I was in the presence of a woman who knew the importance of a stylish shoe.  Moreover, her testosterone tallness made her the next Naomi Campbell.

If I haven’t quite convinced you that drag queens are this season’s fabulous, one must simply discuss their brows. As in- the perfectly penciled arches on their masks of makeup.  After all, every woman knows that eyebrows are just as important as eveningwear. They gave Bambi her modeling career and have been responsible for ruining the future of others. Put simply; drag queens possess brows that put the Kardashian’s to shame.

Bambi and her banging brows

Kim Kardashian: the eyebrow expert

Hair= check

Heels= check

Eyebrows= check them out; they are spectacular!

Eyebrows, lipstick and guyliner: 

the essentials for a cross dressing queen!

But what about the garments you ask? Well, drag queens certainly do not neglect the paramount principal of fashion. If anything they create the rules in which we all follow; they made more moreish, fur fashionable and leather hot pants hotter than hell. Perhaps Coco Chanel invented the little black dress, but it was drags that determined how little that black dress could be. Literally, the term ‘short’ was never given its meaning until it meet the legs of a lad. 

On top of this, I sincerely believe that drag queens were responsible for the influx of all things leopard. Leopard clutch, leopard nails, leopard ‘onesies’; trust me, it would be an absolute accomplishment to find a drag queen that does not believe in the endorsement of animal print.

Least of all, it would be immensely difficult to find a-lad-become-lass who has not spent ample time considering their outfit- not to mention if their Manolo’s match their mink!

In conclusion my darlings; ultimately fashion is fantasy. It is about taking an imaginative idea and making it apart of our reality. Consequently, man-made females are as close as we will get to a fantasy world that co-exists within our own. As Dior is creating couture clothes, men are making themselves up like Marilyn. And isn’t that just as innovative and fun?

As a personal note- this is dedicated to a dear drag of mine, Miss Jen Italia.

Say it out loud. Now there is a fashionista right there!

Xxxxxx