It's amazing what a wig can do. And how acceptable schizofrenia is when you wear it. We put on ours and had without exaggerating the best night ever. I do give some of the credit to our friends who joined us this night. But just some, the rest goes to the wigs.
When at Paris Social Club, dear Rovan just raised his eye brows - and pop de la crème - we passed the que and joined the underworld.
The rest went like this: