Remember when Andy Milonakis sang “I rock peas on my head, but don’t call me a pea-head?” In the event that you don’t, here is a refresher.
In the event you’ve never heard the theme song of the latter’s eponymous MTV2 show, aren’t you glad I showed it to you?
I’ve been thinking a lot about whether or not you should feel comfortable calling me scarf head because as fate and my terrible mental bank of pop culture references would have it, I’ve been rocking scarves on my head a lot lately. And as far as my personal knowledge can tell, this is the primordial fault of both the late Tupac Shakur, who tied bandanas around his always-freshly-shaven scalp with the swagger of Vidal Sassoon, and the most recent miscue (hold the mis-) of one Giambattista Valli.
He showed a pastel array of volcanically large tulle skirts with polos and seemingly prosaic white head scarves, which in spite of the aforementioned volcanoes and polos became the singular image, coupled with cool sunglasses, worth writing home about.
It was so cool and I think I can say that with conviction because it incited that reaction of I want to/can be that girl which is what brings us here where you will find at least five photos of me wearing the same outfit (a top from Vika Gazinskaya‘s awesome ass collaboration with & Other Stories, Miu Miu red jeans and Isabel Marant sandals), playing the Go Big or Go Home game as evidenced by a banana clutch and green headscarf wrapped into my hair. Consider me the most flamboyant extra among a group of Fiddlers that dance on Roofs and Broadway.
But that’s not all: wearing it has given at least ten more dollars to the cost-per-wear jar because my neck scarves and arm scarves are head bandages, too! If you remember just one thing, though, let it be that beating summer’s heat or at the very least, the sweat pool that develops at the back of a woman’s neck, is as simple as a roll and tie.