[Image description: Half-body shot of white masc with dark eyes and dark hair and fringe wearing a black suit, blue shirt with white buttons on the collar, black and white zig-zag tie with silver tie clip, pink triangle lapel pin, black sparkly pocket square, and blue lipstick faces camera with slight smile; solid pale green/blue background]
This winter I was approached by a design studio and photographer to model for them, which was a pleasant surprise as I’m not a model.
“You’re so David Lynch” they said. “You look like a boy wearing lipstick!”; edgy, on trend.
“I am a boy wearing lipstick,” I had to remind them.
Boi fashion is more than a dapper suit. Boihood confuses binaries and fucks with gender. On this night we transition from street/earth wear to outer space realness, taking in the galactic spectrum of looks in between. Our models comprise of self identified femme bois, masc bois, boys and grrls. Expect anything from bois in binders and skirts to butch grrls in lipstick to gender fluid marvels in silver and gold.
Eight of us walked down a tinfoil runway to Peaches’ “Show Stopper”: dapper masc of center boys/bois, sleek femmes, and sparkly non-binary babes. It was wonderful to be surrounded by powerful and unapologetic queerness.
Interview with transmasculine photoblog The Test Shoot:
My gender identity and presentation are fluctuating. I’ve felt uncomfortable with clear-cut femininity since I was a child, but it’s difficult to separate being inherently, biologically trans from my childish desire for male privilege. I think the “born this way” idea is problematic, if useful and convenient.
Photographs by LGW.
These clothes reflect my masculinity, as I experience it right now—I’m going through a lot of changes. The green and cream patterned shirt is the first item of men’s clothing I bought with the intention of presenting as masculine—I found it at a thrift store in Amsterdam. It kind of gives me away as the pattern distorts around my chest, but I don’t care.
The collared shirt and tie outfit is what I wear when I perform with my cello or need to look sharp for things like business dinners. UN Special Envoys have complemented me in this and a friend told me it looks like Kraftwerk. It’s my power outfit.
The slacks and navy polo, plus glasses, is comfortable and reminds me of some misunderstood geeky, Californian entrepreneurship. It’s a self-parody of my seriousness.
The houndstooth collared shirt and ragged green sweater don’t mean very much—I just like collared shirts. I got the sweater for a song last week on a trip I took up North to find myself.