If you don’t already know, Iceland legalized same-sex marriage this week and its openly gay Prime Minister, Johanna Sigurdardottir, 78, promptly married her partner. For those of us who might be counting, that’s one more satisfying lifestyle point for a foreign country, amid any number of life satisfaction backslides for the US (I’m looking at you, Arizona and Hawaii). Thus concludes the portion of this post where I wax political.
I don’t want to be lumped in with the media masses that so often focus on a female politician’s aesthetics rather than her politics, but let’s face it, I don’t know enough (which is to say anything) about Icelandic politics to have an in-depth analysis. So on that note…
Johanna has some really great shit going on in her closet! When I’m 78 years old and ruling some quirky little country that still believes in some sort of magical being (other than god) I want to look like this:
“Oh I’m sorry. I’m just looking like an artsy go getter who doesn’t fuck around about the issues.”
What’s great about Johanna is that she always has great little touches, fun details that give her a personality that jumps off of the page (that toggle coat, the sleek black jacket with a popped collar, the adult Dorothy Hammill haircut that Karen O WISHED she wore as well, the monochromatic outfit designed around a necklace made of straight up ROCKS).
“When I address whatever sort of government we have
here in Iceland, I wear rocks so that you know I’m for real.”
This is real talk.