No. It’s Grant in makeup and a wig!
Why so sad, Alice-Grant? Is it because my plan to see your performance in Edinburgh on Halloween last year fell through, and you’re all bummed out because one of your fans never got to see you live on stage? I was disappointed, too – Chloe and I were going to go as Wayne and Garth. But it was not to be.
I didn’t think tickets would sell out as fast as they did, then BOOM all of a sudden they were £140. Damn the scalpers, damn them all to hell (but not the good part of hell where I will be roasting marshmallows with all my friends in due course – the bad part, for bad people who rip music fans off. Hisss)
Well. As I always say, if you want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself. Didn’t get to meet Alice Cooper? Just paint someone else up to look like him and voila. We are the masters of our own destinies, the architects of our own fortunes, the creators of our own fan-girl photo opportunities, are we not?
What we have here, for those curious about the technicalities, is MAC Paintpot in Blackground (that bad-boy’s been getting quite the workout lately, but it really is good stuff), just painted on with a concealer brush.
Add a black wig – I found this one under the reception desk – and fingerless stud faux leather gloves. Borrow a leather jacket from a Spanish guy called Sergio (if you can find one), and Bob’s your uncle. Or Grant’s your Alice. Or whatever.
Have fun, dear children.
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