Frankfurt (M), Germany
"You are wearing a stunning mix of clothes! I love that coat!"
How did she react?
She looked at me like I'd just sneaked up to her and made the weirdest primordial sound. And danced. Naked.
She said, "Erm- What!?"
"Yeah! You don't like them?"
"Well... Ok. Tell you what, I am an actress. This is my costume. My role's name is Petunia Pflaume (Petunia Plum, you can tell by the plum on her hat and the jar of plum jam on her necklace), she is a minor thug. And no, I would never wear that mix in real life. The clothes are mine, yes, but the put together is not me."
"Haha, awesome. Now this is a unique reaction for my project..."
"Yeah. It's funny, I don't get it. The other day I was dressed up pretty similarly, playing a different role though, and this guy came up to me. He was a lot younger than me, minimum twenty years, and he totally hit on me! What is it about this dress and the people...?!"
How did I feel?
Amazed by her reaction.
I'd just left Berlin, the city of crazy street style. Over the years that place has taught me to celebrate weird clothing. The more colorful the better, as long as it is a true expression of the person wearing it. Which what I thought Margret's gear was. Well- I was wrong.
I caught her sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette. I thought: This lady has a story to tell. And went up to her. Turned out she was in a street play called city games which sounded like a fun way to explore a town: The participants have to break a case. It works like a paper chase with real actors who move among the crowd. The 'detectives' try to filter the actors from the normal people and interrogate them. Finally there is a big bust scene with everyone involved. I got to watch it, it looked like everyone was enjoying themselves.
Margret said yes to a picture but she wanted one in which she was more of Margret and less of Petunia Plum, too:
Yes! It was my first time in Frankfurt, I walked for a bit and took a few pictures. They'll come tomorrow. Here's a teaser: