Glamsquad Magazine Jan 2023
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: Lifting Africa To The World
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: Lifting Africa To The World
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FEATURE<br />
Nigerian designers to public<br />
events? I would be supporting the<br />
different layers of the industry, from<br />
the button-sewer to the delivery<br />
person, and I hoped to bring other<br />
buyers to Nigerian brands.<br />
Nigeria has always had a<br />
thriving fashion scene. I admired,<br />
early on, the seamless structures<br />
of Deola Sagoe, the unusual flair<br />
of Zizi Cardow, but they seemed<br />
unreachable. Now there was a<br />
new generation of designers, with<br />
a grassroots vigour and visibility<br />
made possible by social media.<br />
Most were in Lagos, the most stylish<br />
city in the world, where fashion is<br />
the one true democracy: from the<br />
western-label-loving elite class, to<br />
the working poor in their beautifully<br />
put-together outfits bought<br />
second-hand.<br />
Looking at Nigerian designs<br />
online became my favourite timewaster.<br />
Here was bliss: clothes cut<br />
to account for breasts, an ethos<br />
of clothing as pleasure rather<br />
than status, the casual presence<br />
of sleeves. I took screenshots of<br />
what I liked. My cousin Ogechukwu<br />
placed the orders. They were<br />
delivered to my Lagos home. If I<br />
happened to be in the US, they<br />
would be sent to me there.<br />
Some of the clothes I fell for as<br />
soon as I put them on. Others did<br />
not live up to their promise. There<br />
was an abundance of poor-quality<br />
zippers that needed changing. I<br />
discovered, above all else, that<br />
price is not an accurate gauge<br />
of quality and that there is far<br />
more talent than opportunity and<br />
infrastructure, a fact perhaps true<br />
of most industries in Nigeria.<br />
So far, my favourite brands<br />
are Fia Factory and Grey, the<br />
former beautifully offbeat, the<br />
latter timeless with deft touches<br />
of originality, both careful about<br />
fabric and finish. To a Dior fashion<br />
show in Paris, I wore a dress by<br />
Ladunni Lambo, a young designer<br />
who might well become a star<br />
because of her rare mix of<br />
consciousness and introspection.<br />
Her deconstructed dresses<br />
made from stiff aso-oke feel like<br />
exquisite armours. I thought I<br />
disliked sequins until I found a top<br />
by Wanger Ayu, with self-assured<br />
furry green sleeves and a silversequinned<br />
bodice.<br />
I wore it, with patterned trousers<br />
by Grey, to the New York Times’<br />
“Times Talks” conversation series,<br />
and felt vainly pleased at the<br />
surprise of people who did not<br />
think the clothes were Nigerian. But<br />
“<br />
If I had a<br />
style mantra<br />
it was to<br />
wear what I<br />
liked.<br />
my best-loved purchase is a white<br />
dress from the improbably named<br />
label She’s Deluxe, owned by a<br />
young woman in Abuja.<br />
A modern long-sleeved<br />
cotton shift with a sly cut-out at<br />
the shoulder, which I wore to the<br />
American Academy of Arts and<br />
Letters induction in New York. I<br />
recently ordered another dress<br />
from her. “Pay a deposit so I can<br />
go to the market and buy the<br />
fabric,” she told my cousin, which<br />
I found an endearing example of<br />
Nigerian striving. I decided to call<br />
it my “project wear Nigerian”, and<br />
planned to have photos put up<br />
on my Facebook page, the only<br />
social media I have.<br />
But my 20-year-old twin nieces<br />
Chisom and Amaka, full of that<br />
terrifying millennial savoir faire,<br />
laughed. “Aunty you should have<br />
an Instagram page,” Amaka<br />
said. “We’ll handle it for you.”<br />
They were unhappy with the first<br />
photos I took. Not bright or clear<br />
enough, they said. Their eyes are<br />
conditioned to the ersatz poses<br />
and stylised photos of social<br />
media, where people dress<br />
specifically to be photographed<br />
in well-lit spaces. Book events are<br />
not usually photo-friendly, too<br />
dark, too indifferent to optics. And<br />
it doesn’t help that I loathe being<br />
photographed. A camera before<br />
me results automatically in my<br />
being knotted with awkwardness:<br />
finger-twiddling, breath-holding,<br />
mouth-twisted, body off-kilter.<br />
Now, six months later, my<br />
nieces have made peace with<br />
the photos not being Instagramperfect.<br />
“At least they’re real,”<br />
they said, as scant consolation.<br />
We have a routine: I have<br />
pictures taken at my events and I<br />
send them to my best friend Uju,<br />
my cousin Ogechukwu and my<br />
nieces. They make the selection,<br />
as I am known to have terrible<br />
taste in my own photos, and the<br />
photo is put up, with the brands’<br />
Instagram handles.<br />
I have practical hopes for my<br />
project, that it shows Nigerian<br />
fashion as it is, not a museum of<br />
“traditional African” clothes but<br />
a vibrant and diverse industry,<br />
and that it brings recognition<br />
to the brands. But it is also a<br />
personal and political statement.<br />
At a time of political uncertainty,<br />
when I find myself questioning<br />
the future of the two countries<br />
I call home — Nigeria and the<br />
US — this project is an act of<br />
benign nationalism, a paean<br />
to peaceful self-sufficiency,<br />
a gesture towards what is still<br />
possible; it is my uncomplicated<br />
act for complicated times.<br />
CREDIT: My fashion nationalism,<br />
by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie<br />
Copyright © 2017 Chimamanda<br />
AdichieAll rights reserved<br />
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