M.I.A’s a revolutionist. And not in the conventional sense. With her infectious tunes (Paper Planes being her most memorable) political innuendos, dashing good looks, and exuberant style sense, she’s been titled the official queen of hipster-dom. But gimmicks aside, she’s added some much-needed colour to music’s current bland (and deteriorating) state.
Not one to shy away from controversy, she recently sparked some online feud with ex-New York Times editor Lynn Hirschberg for she claims to be a fabrication of facts for a recently printed profile. Truth said, I don’t blame M.I.A. It’s not her fault she’s beautiful, and in tune with fashion and art. She uses these tools as vital weapons to get her point across. And even if her songs only graze the surface of the Tamil Tiger feud in Sri Lanka, if it gets people listening, is it really that bad? (As it stands, despite M.I.A infamous Grammy appearance with the fearsome four T.I., Jay-Z, Lil’ Wayne and Kanye West, according to M.I.A, nothing changed.)
Since seeking refuge in America (she was put on a black list and not permitted entry by the time Kala was released), she’s adding mother and de facto wife to Benjamin Bronfman to her resume, and is set to release her third studio album Maya.
In the case of M.I.A, it’s more than the visual aesthetic, she’s a true testement of someone walking the walk. She – along with Wyclef Jean – can speak of pain, because they come from it.
Oh, and by the way, pictured here and looking gorgeous as ever, is M.I.A dawning Alexander Wang for GAP at the 2010 MET Gala. Take That.