And wigs? Can we wear wigs every day?
Spies are tricky, and so is Spy. I bet you think you know what the back of Spy looks like, don't you?
Bwaha! You can call me Anna Chapman. (Not my real name.) To recap: front of Spy:
back of Spy:
Nothing is trickier.
The upside of wearing costumes (ha! as if there's a downside!) is that it gives you license to do things you wouldn't normally do, as long as you remain in character. Like hide under tables.
Eavesdrop on secrets.
Find camouflage wherever I go.
Here is a secret: Spy isn't vintage (my shame, my shame, my eternal shame). I bought it in 2001 at a BCBG outlet (shame!) near Las Vegas (shame!) after winning $60 at the roulette table (shame! and also a little misplaced pride!). But I love it d'amour; I wish I had a time machine, and lots of money, because now I have a system for roulette. A system! But it involves risking exponentially higher sums of money each spin, so it's not super practical. But anyway, had I a time machine, and had I a practical system, and had I lots of money, I would definitely go back to Vegas in 2001, win more money than $60, go to the BCBG outlet, and buy up this frock in all the patterns and fabrics they had.
Because what is better than Spy? Spy vs. Spy.
I like to think that as a spy, I'd project the fey menace of Jarvis Cocker.
But I would probably be closer to the goofy cheer of John Flansburgh.
All photos by Claire Loeb!