|Pocket squares by Post Imperial|
|That's my silhouette. Stranger makes for great pictures.|
In stranger, you are lost, and then you are found. It exists in complete isolation from the rest of Lagos. It is decidedly anti-fashion. It stocks clothes that are anti-fashion but they must not be mistaken more being unfashionable. They are subtle and timeless, which is a stark juxtaposition from Lagos fashion. The other day, I was at a premier for a tv show and I noted that seven out of ten shoes worn by men were bedazzled, bespiked, bejewelled or beglittered. What many fail to realise is that in a room where all the birds try to outshine, out colour and out glam each other, it is the dullest darkest one that steals the show. This is what most of the clothes that the stranger sells will do. You won't be the brightest, but that doesn't mean that you won't be the most memorable.
They stock Yohji Yamamoto, Orange Culture, Post Imperial and a few other brands who all fit into the Stranger spirit. It's got more menswear than womenswear but menswear and womenswear are words that hold no sway there. Several of the pieces sold feature a sizeless aesthetic that is distinctly sexless.
The second half of the store is a magenta tinged coffee house and tearoom that I have come to love. I do not use love lightly. You must understand that it opened in August this year, and I only made my way there in December, but there no longer exists a future for me where there isn't Stranger. I'll be there on today for a five minute conversation with Yegwa and Bibi, the proprietors. We'll talk about Shingeki no Kyojin and One Piece, and they'll tell me about Yohji Yamamoto and everything he's accomplished. They say that they need the space, and I understand their need profoundly. I need the space. Anyone with even a smattering of creativity needs the space. It's everything, it's nothing, it's strange. There aren't enough words, but at the same time these are too many words. It's the space between the line. It's the current that moves the words that drop from our lips. It's a place of refuge for everyone that's been searching for that thing. There's something about the space that communes with your spirit and calls you. Once you have been called, you'll find yourself going back.
|Yegwa in the magenta tea room. I like how noisy this image is.|
These are far too many words for a store but then again it's more than a store.
|Here we've got Mai Atafo, the iconic designer and Mode´ of the Studio of Mode´, both shot in Stranger.|
ps. Stranger's on nuMber 3 Hakeem Dickson street, Lekki phase 1. Their number's 0802 761 4903