纽约邮报一记者马上穿上这行头去街上实验了一番
回来还写了篇心得体会
http://www.nypost.com/entertainment/62354.htm
DRESSING ALLAH MICHAEL
By CHRIS ERIKSON
For avoiding the paparazzi, nothing beats the burqa.
Photo: Michael Sofronski
January 27, 2006 -- Can't a guy in a burqa get a little peace and quiet in this town?
Well, actually, yes - he can. Long bothered by the paparazzi myself, I took to the streets in full Jackson-fied veil-and-burqa style yesterday, to see if I'd fare any better in Times Square than the one-time King of Pop did in Bahrain on Wednesday, when he attracted a swarm of photographers despite his best efforts to disguise himself in traditional female Arabian garb.
My message to Michael: Beat it out of Bahrain and head for the Crossroads of the World. Wearing a burqa might not be the ideal strategy for going incognito there, but it seems people are perfectly willing to ignore a 6-foot man in a black veil clutching a similarly attired child. (OK, in my case it was a doll.)
To cop Michael's new look I hit the train and headed for Astoria, and Islamic Fashions at 25-22 Steinway Street. The helpful salesman there, a smiling Senegalese man named Moussa, had no idea that the traditional Muslim duds he peddles had become the latest in pop-star fashion. He took a look at the picture in Thursday's Post but didn't recognize the megastar manchild behind his veil - nevertheless, he offered a "special price for you" and marked the outfit down to $40.
Like Jackson, I found that I didn't get full head-to-toe coverage from the garment. My jeans and black boots were visible a good foot below the hem, somewhat spoiling the effect. But shrouded in the headwear, with my eyes, like Michael's, even further shielded by dark sunglasses, I hit the streets, leaving The Post's office on 47th St. and heading for Times Square.
While I got a number of sidelong glances, I was paid surprisingly little mind. It was a good ten minutes before I heard any comment at all, and then it was only a passerby commenting calmly to his friend, "He's dressed like Michael Jackson."
Guess a city that's home to a naked cowboy playing guitar doesn't really bat an eye for the rock 'n' robed.
As I made my way down Broadway I heard some teen girls screaming from across the street, and turned to see if it was a crowd chasing me for autographs. But I couldn't locate the source of the outburst, and figured my cover was still good.
On Broadway, someone finally approached me - with a pitch for discount tickets to NY Improv.
"Where are you from?" he asked, mid-spiel.
"Well, I'm from L.A., but I just got back from Bahrain," I said.
"L.A. - so you know the Improv," he said, encouraged.
I asked whether he thought my getup would attract any notice at the theater, if I were to purchase tickets. I was trying to avoid attention, I informed him.
"You might get some looks," he allowed. "But people would probably just say, hey dude, it's New York - the guy's a little weird, but he paid for his ticket."
My next encounter was with a bike messenger who took to staring as I stood on the corner.
"Muslim?" he asked, after watching for a while.
"Nope, Michael Jackson fan," I said.
I asked if he thought my outfit was suitable for someone trying to avoid attention. He had a one-word answer.
"No."
Another harangue from NY Improv was next ("You might get a few looks" at the theater, the huckster told me, though he himself seemed utterly unfazed at giving his pitch to a 200-pound man in a burqa), then I was approached by a rapper named CES. He was selling CDs for $10 a pop and thrust some ear buds in my hands so I could check out his beats, in no way deterred by the fact that burqa wearers and hip-hop fans generally represent distinctly different demographics.
As I listened, the sales staff inside the Foot Locker store we were in front of started to gather by the door. Having enjoyed the Jackson-meets-Sheherazade shots in the morning's paper, they were inspired by my get-up, and gave it the thumbs-up. But one, Ashanti, had some advice.
"Don't be hanging that baby out of the window," she told me. "You're out of jail, you've got to stay out."
On the next block, a man at a pay phone couldn't stop staring. He was holding a copy of the Post, so I went over to say hi. Seeing me up closer he was disappointed - he'd figured I might be the real Jackson, he said.
"You never know," he said. As he walked off, he had a question for me.
"Aren't you cold?"
Come to think of it, I was freezing. So a tip to you, Jackson, if you plan on visiting the city incognito - wear long johns. |
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狗仔卡
发表于 2006-1-27 12:28:25
显身卡
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Michael Jackson wearing a traditional Arabic
women’s veil and all-covering gown called
“abaya”, holds one of his children, also veiled,
as he walks, behind a Manama shopping mall
on Wednesday. (AP)
MANAMA, Bahrain, 26 January 2006 — Michael Jackson has been out of the limelight ever since he was acquitted of child molestation charges in a highly publicized trial, which left his career and reputation in ruin. He left his life in Tinseltown and moved to this tiny Gulf Coast Island as the personal guest of Sheikh Abdullah ibn Hamad Al-Khalifa.
With no mob of paparazzi around to hound him, one would think that Jackson would be leading a normal life free of controversy. But that is not the case, as one Saudi discovered on a recent trip to Bahrain.
Sarah F., an 18-year-old student majoring in English Literature at King Saud University, was in Bahrain with her cousin, Aliyah, when they came face to face with the King of Controversy. Only this time, he was completely veiled from head to toe in an abaya!
“My cousin and I were at a music store in Seef mall browsing music CDs, when a woman came over to her friend and pointed toward Jackson and told her that was Michael Jackson and not a woman,” said Sarah.
Confused and unable to recognize Jackson, Sarah and Aliyah finally realized which abaya was the odd one out.
“We couldn’t recognize him but then we noticed his bodyguards standing close by and his children were with him too. What really gave him away were his sunglasses. No one wears sunglasses inside a store especially at night.”
Jackson in drag is not an easy target to identify. As Sarah found out that not only did Jackson cross-dress he did it in such a lady like manner that it was very hard to tell him apart.
“I was surprised to see how well he was wearing his abaya. The abaya was completely covering his body and was closed from the front so you couldn’t see what he was wearing underneath. His hijab was on perfectly with not a strand of hair poking out. And his niqab covered his whole face with only his eyes visible, but he had aviator sunglasses to take care of that.”
Excited, Sarah and Aliyah approached the abaya-clad Jackson and they were greeted with a warm reception. “We said hello and told him that we were big fans and major supporters.”
Jackson nodded and replied, “Thank you, God bless you, God bless you.”
Asked if he was enjoying Bahrain, Jackson said, “Yes, I am.”
He went on to shake hands with both girls and even commented on Sarah’s blue nail polish.
“He held up my hand close to his face and told me that my nail polish was really cool.”
As they were talking to Jackson, they wanted a souvenir of their encounter with the legend himself to take back home to Saudi Arabia. So both bought two of Jackson’s greatest hits CD and had them autographed.
Michael Jackson has been surrounded by controversy all his life. His latest stint in the Muslim world is one that will be remembered by the two young girls for a long time to come.
