Faye, live!

Lucked out and got to see Faye Wong's 2003 Christmas concert. Was fantastic because:
1) Faye Wong's my fav Cantopop singer, and my all time second favorite singer. (after Bjork, mother of cutting-edge music and Faye's sound)
2) Last time I went to a Cantopop concert was back in either '98 or '00... also to see Faye.

This time round, she sang almost all of her mid-90's hits, which meant I knew them all by heart and can mouth along like a teenybopper. My 13 yr old cousin knew only one song throughout the whole concert. But it didn't make me feel old. On the contrary, it felt good to be an older teenybopper. Albeit with strange yellow inflatable plastic bats as a clapping aid.

Faye's concert outfits are always a dream for haute-couture savvy fashionistas. The concert opened with 天空 [Sky]. Three-story-high white curtains surrounding the stage dropped, and Faye descended from mid-air on a suspended platform. She looked the part, being the diva that she is, sporting a white, puffy sleeved deconstructed number- think Viktor and Rolf meets Marjan Pejoski (the designer responsible for Bjork's Oscars swan dress). The audience went wild when she took off the outer layer as she stepped off the platform, revealing a skimpy bias-cut Grecian tunic.

Fun little hiccups was the theme of the day. Faye was totally embarrassed when the big white quill from her inverted-stiletto-Philip-Treacy-esque hat fell off. After several unsuccessful attempts at sticking it back on, she waved the feather about and played conductor with the audience. Then the fabric of her tunic came apart at the shoulders and it transformed into a glamourous Jean Harlow-esque gown. Faye, with bright pink cheeks by now, improvised and pulled up a corner, swirling around with hand on dress as she sang 流浪的紅舞鞋 [Wondering red dancing shoes]

A few more costume changes followed, including
- a grey fur Medieval tunic dress thing with dangerously high black patent stilettoes;
- another puffy sleeved black micro-mini dress with blood red Vivienne Westwood platforms, (like the ones Naomi Campbell fell over in) white thigh-high stockings, and a black Treacy-esque Robin Hood hat;
- a Flashdance-y white dress with shredded pink gauze, paired with magenta 80's slouchy boots;
- and a black gothic renne mini dress.

Faye's voice was as lush as ever. Her cover of Dusty Springfield's The Look of Love was total bliss. But that did not stop her from apologising throughout the concert. It's like she couldn't get over the little blunders. I thought as a performer, she should have just played along with them - it's all fun and games. Cousins were bummed that there were no special guest artists. But hey, if you have a voice like that, who needs inferior sidekicks?