What makes a girl a harlequin? Is it that glance of sadness mixed with madness and intelligence in her eyes? Or rather that feeling that no matter what she does, she could stand up every moment, walk out of the room and join the circus?
A harlequin is always a colourful thing, it can be funny, yes, but there lies sadness hidden beneath thick layers of make-up and diamond-patterns. It’s a complex figure just like anybody else, far from black and white, good or evil, but a mix of many things. It is fascinating and good at catching attention, but have you ever heard of a harlequin being loved as a girl?
The audience doesn’t want to see behind the mask of the harlequin; they just want to enjoy it as an oddity, keeping up the illusion of neverending fun. This is what brings the sadness into the eyes of the harlequin girl: The knowledge that she is loved for her sparkling behaviour, but at the same time, it’s what keeps her apart from other people. Nobody imagines to wake up next to a harlequin or make pancakes for her. Everybody wants to see her show, watch her being silly and rattle the tiny belly on her hat.
Maybe there is a sweet girl behind the mask, but they don’t even wonder. They are looking for fun, not for something real and the tragedy is therefor they don’t even see the full picture. They might even complain that the show was artificial. But that is the thing: A girl is a harlequin when you want to see a harlequin and becomes a girl when you approach her being real. So make your choice (and please pancakes for me…)!
My Outfit
Clothing & Hat: Jacqueline Loekito, Shoes: Buffalo, Glasses: ISLYNYC, Bag: Gucci,
Earrings: Swarovski, Bangle: Love at the Bus Stop, Socks: Lazy Oaf
