By Laura Medina
Not Law Roach, but he did.
In fifteen years when stylist Rachel Zoe extolled the professionalism of having a roving fashion closet in a suv, ready for anything at anywhere to today’s emphasis on mental health and any body is a good body and you need fashion history to best style a client, Law Roach is the moment.
In his book, he’s not afraid to talk about failure. He’s no longer Keke Palmer’s stylist but still good enough friend to moderate his book questions and answers talk.
His book is not about external styles or appearances. It’s about the internal and how that person feels. He’s deep enough to talk about manifestation.
He ain’t afraid to discuss racism in a predominately white, skinny female business. Law had to take pay cuts in dressing Ann Hathaway while, thank god, still earning a decent pay in styling A-list African-American celebrities.
Towards the end of the book, he talks about why he needs to end the demands taking the toll on his body.
He still remembers he’s from Chicago.
He celebrated his book lecture by inviting the audience to a disco party in Hollywood’s hottest nightclub.
That’s one way to close a chapter while opening a new one.
Nice and sweet.
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