OK, here come those visuals! Airbrushed twinkly photo-studio image. Full lips, parted, with points of gloss shining on the surface of their fullness. A spark of light on each eye, soft-squeezed outwards into subtle white starbursts—each with just two rays, almost imperceptible yet evoking a hint of Shigem’s enchantment. On either side of his face, which he’s made up with a melting perfection, hangs a big golden hoop earring that’s been starbursted with greater boldness: still with only two rays at a hundred and eighty degrees, but much more extravagant than those emanating from his eyes—and not white rays, but pale gold ones, as from the hoops. So enchanted is this starburst that it even seems to be the source of light for his long black hair, which catches the faint illumination in snaking down to his shoulders before becoming lost in the pure black of his top.
The next image is a live shot, showing Shigem working the decks in the DJ box, not posed in the studio. In this, his hair is revealed to be more street, more dirty-sexy-casual; his eyes, being so lidded as to appear almost closed, owing to his downward focus on the decks, are revealed as being bigger than expected within his face, providing much gorgeous room for the eye-shadow that’s still visible from down there on the dance-floor in front of him; and his nose is revealed as being somewhat more petite and higher than expected, with an achingly attractive snub-nose shape whereby its front outline, in profile or even half-profile, has the gentlest of concave curves from bridge to tip. This vision never needs to speak, but just to do. He’s cool and untouchable, though commanding that we touch him, ensconced in his social world, privileged and welcome there, where numerous unseen players wish him to remain, wish for his talent to continue having free rein, and wish for Shigem himself. (Does he know this? He must know it, right?)
In the next image he’s a jewelled prince, delicate and languid in profile, his slim neck hung with silver necklaces set with gems of many colours—purple and red and yellow and on fire—while his gaze rests easy on the distance out of frame. Cross-legged on the floor, he rests a hand upon a handsome stuffed bichon frisé sitting at his side. From his right ear a drop-earring of ruby hangs like a drop of blood, while scattered feather boas fill the room on every side. Lit through stained-glass, he’s exquisite and impeccable, yet surely dissolute by implication, forever frozen here inside one instant in his flamboyant apartment.
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