DRESS THE PART.

Mail:
Alex Anda vestido bien masculino y camina bien varon, porque es Cardon. Sin pulseras, ni collares, nada de accesorios.
Sorry, pero te lo tengo que decir sabes?
Beso enorme
???

Translation:
Alex Make sure you dress masculine and walk like a boy, cause is Cardon. No bracelets, no necklaces, no accessories.
I’m sorry but I just had to tell you, ok?
Huge kiss
???

Me:
What the fuck? I understand is Cardon, and is a super conservative old school gaucho-style brand. I understand if I go to the fitting for the show wearing a fucking dress that might throw them off a bit, but: Firstly, my walk IS quite masculine. I have never had anyone complaining about it because of being too feminine. I had once someone telling me to make it “less rock’n roll” (very intriguing I must say, cause it got me thinking on how a pop walk would look like, or a jazz one… still, I understood the point and it was a very accurate suggestion), but I was never requested to make it more “macho”.
Secondly, there are much, MUCH better ways of saying the same thing.

My ideal mail would kind of go like this:
Alex You have fitting for Cardon, right? Well, remember they are very conservative, so make sure you dress the part just for the fitting. You know they are not very forward with these things, and I don’t want you to miss the show!
Huge kiss.
???

I guess the “I’m Sorry I just had to tell you” thing is what really got me. Is like I was being lectured over something, instead of advised/-warned about it, like I should have been.

Well, I guess politeness is not on the menu today. If everything works out, and they buy the idea of a standard-properboy looking me, I’ll be doing the show on Thursday. And because of this, I’ll be more than happy to go to the show in my weirdest outfit. I might even recur to my electric blue, lace bluse. Yeah. Maybe some lipstick even.

I sometimes forget how AWFULLY SHOCKING it can be for certain people to see a blonde guy in some random thrift shop mismatched ensemble. Is not like I’m trying to twist people’s preconceptions, it’s just clothes for fuck’s sake. I’m not freaking Leigh Bowery.