Wig PAAAAAAAAtay

I love Paks. It's amazing. But I do find a whole shop full of things I have no idea how to use a bit intimidating. So to legitimise a shopping trip there we had a wig party. I manned the custom built salon as W'Yves St Laurent and transformed our guests into their wig uber-selves. Plus, thanks to my new friends at Paks (and Wig World in Finsbury Park - they're so fantastic) I learned how to do weaves for real. Plus if you hang out there long enough, you can catch the guys who run the shop fool around with the wigs. Believe me, seeing an old, bald Pakistani man in a blond bob is every bit as funny as it sounds. Anyway, it turned out to be one of those amazing nights where loads of people met loads of people, the dancing got mental and a good time was had by all. Here's the invite - which is actually be best photoshop work I've done in my life. (The link worked in the email - it went to here).



And selection of W'Yves' creations.


Plus other general wig shenanigans.