Reuben Kaye
Drag is everywhere. It has permeated society from boys on YouTube contouring their puppy-fat-laden cheeks to the Iranian girl working at Costa serving you at 10am with fully blocked brows. Drag, something that was once a subculture, a protest, a hidden treasure of the queer community, has been hauled into the spotlight, past the moment of public freak show voyeurism and taken the express train to high fashion; Vogue and Cosmopolitan now regularly feature Ru girls such as Miss Fame and Violet Chachki. Drag Race has blown drag wide open like a twink at 5am in Pleasuredrome sauna. And when you bring something that was once a subculture into the mainstream at 100mph, it’s going to hit a few speed bumps.