2024, ESPACE LOUIS VUITTON 

Before the performance starts, I‘ll install a wind tunnel in the space.

Then, I enter with a wig.

Long, blonde – shiny and silky.

I activate the 5 fans one by one and face the storm.

I take an oversized brush out of my bag and try to gain control of my flying hair.

The blonde strands fill the room.

At some point I have reached my goal (or give up) and devote myself to my make-up – still standing in the wind.

Foundation is applied and lips are touched up with shaking hands.

Eyelashes are tearfully mascaraed.

With my make-up done, I leave the room, with the wind still blowing.

Matching mainstream beauty standards is a lot of work. And impossible for may. Nevertheless, we try, against all odds – visible and invisible.