slice of style: Imogen Heap
Imogen Heap’s style is a lot like her music: otherworldly, cute, fairylicious, and definitely experimental. I really can’t help but smile when I see some of Immi’s getups.. smile, and think, “Ahh, I get it, Immi, I get it.”
The woman loves corsets. Hip, hip, hurray! More people need to show corset love. Beautiful corsets, big flouncy skirts, makeup worthy of the cover of a Sephora catalogue, and Marie Antoinette hair: big, tall, full of flowers and sparkles and feathers and woodland creatures.
I was lucky enough to meet Imogen after her January 2007 concert at the Tabernacle in Atlanta. The woman is tall, and she wears very high heels, plus the three foot tall hair to boot. Pictures do not do her tallness justice. She passed by me like a big, tall, pink cloud, and I was a bit alarmed until I realized, oh, it’s Imogen Heap. Holy crap you are tall. Close up, I realized that her outfit was much more intricate than I could have ever imagined. I silently admired her pink corsety wonderness, her faux fir trimmed skirt and stole, and wondered about what else might be hiding in her hair that wasn’t visible, while my friend verbally complimented her on her playing and her beautiful clear furry electric piano. “It’s so pretty,” I quickly piped up. “I just want to take a nap in it.”
She smiled politely and said, “Oh.. well. Oh. Yes.”
I get it, Immi. I get it.




Lilly pad dress, lakeside hair, and froggie friend in hand at the Grammys.
(PS: I love how people are comparing this, in a bad way, to Bjork’s infamous swan dress, which I also kind of love.)

Now you see why I wanted to take a nap inside that piano?