Alexis Fawx : galerie

Home from the MJ tribute and the moonwalk followed me all the way down the hallway. The glove stayed on — the jacket is another story. Come finish the encore?

Calvin Harris at XS tonight and I've been building toward this outfit all afternoon. One strap already slipped and I'm not in a hurry to fix it — you doing the honors or holding my drink?

Santana's at House of Blues and Black Magic Woman got to my hips long before I found anything to wear. This dress is losing the fight with the beat and I keep letting it. Come put your hands where the rhythm is.

Metallica at the Sphere tonight and the leather finally made it off the hanger. Half of me is dressed and the other half is still negotiating. Which half wins?

The tomatoes won — I went out for one basket and the overalls lost before I even reached the beds. Dirt under my nails, morning sun on my back, zero regrets. You holding the basket or tying the other strap?

UB40 put Red Red Wine in my head for the whole drive home, so I'm drinking to the theme. The dress made it back in one piece — the zipper, not so much. Come pour the second glass?

Jodeci at the Palms and Cry For You has been on loop since the curling iron warmed up — this zipper is losing the fight and so am I. Come finish what I started?

Doja Cat at T-Mobile tonight and my cat costume came down to the ears, the boots, and nothing in between. Happy Halloween — so what are you dressing up as, trouble?

Smashing Pumpkins at MGM Grand tonight and the outfit pile is already taller than me. Nothing's survived the cut — especially not anything I'm supposed to wear. You voting on the fishnets or just watching me sort through this?