Power of the Gaze
A DIY so easy, there’s really no other crafting option.
If you’re familiar with Manstagram, the personification of inanimate objects like magazine covers and salt/pepper shakers by way of adhesive-googly-eye insertion is no new revelation for Man Repeller. To provide a little background though, the fascination started in early August when jack-of-all-trades, Charlotte spent one lonesome Saturday afternoon at Blink buying googly eyes which she subsequently turned into a skeletal masterpiece. The following Monday when we convened, not tired of seeing the black and white 3-D circular shapes bop up and down, she put googly-eyes on everything. This included her forehead which we later learned was cause for minor break-out.
“I think I’m bringing the sensibility of Paris to the United States,” she said.
I didn’t get it and inquired further, she didn’t get it either and so began our quest to make the world a more interesting, albeit cryptic place.
First, we took to my sunglasses. Taking into consideration the fond reception toward the floral porcelain attributes of Dolce & Gabbana’s Fall 2013 sunglasses, I imagined googly eyes could open a different door for like-minded women with a passion for quirky accoutrements that suggest seven facial eyes of different shapes.
Then, it was to the Dannijo red stringray cuff I’ve been wearing all summer. It’s sweat proof and therefore ideal only made more exemplary through the advent of a straight line comprised of, you guessed it, googly eyes. In matters of the other bracelets, most are from Greece though one is Leivankash and the hand chain, Mark Henry.
Hey look, a smiley face made of eyes! The yellow python box purse is an ideal stand-alone made only cooler by incorporating falls favorite trend: a smile. That’s not corny and ironic, smiley faces are now a thing. Following refrigerated “cool” shoes, an oven depicts the hot, hot steam implied here.
I would argue that the perfect white tee is harder to come by than satisfying companionship and so when I found this tee, I held on for dear life until the pocket was masked with copious stains, most of the coffee variety. Afraid to wash it–running a full day without knowing I could wear it was something I could not cope with–I did what anyone smart person would do and covered the pocket in different sized sticky eyes.
Finally, there was a hat–Duane Reade branded and perfect for an exploratory journey, see the Danger: Keep Out labels that couldn’t keep me out right behind me. And when all was said and stickered, this is what I looked like. Now, on a scale from one to ten–ten representing the cusp of insanity, how crazy would you say I look? It’s like an unspoken repel-o-meter, signaled in a language only we can understand made more clear by the power of an empty gaze.