“As far as I’m concerned, being any gender is a drag.”
Contrary to popular opinion, glamour isn’t pretty. It’s not all about glitz and gold lamé, kids. And although it may be mysterious, there’s really nothing evanescent about glamour. Glamorous people–and even objects–are unmistakable. My point here is simple; we all instantly recognize glamour when we see it, even when it takes unpredictable forms.
Case in point, punk icon, writer, and artist Patti Smith, who channels a gritty, bohemian glamour into everything she does. I love her androgynous “uniform”–the skinny tie, white shirt, and mannish black jacket–which she’s been wearing since the 70s with an anarchistic insouciance that borders on antistyle. What could be more glamorous than that?
PS “Glitter in Their Eyes” appears on Smith’s album Gung Ho (2000).