ADAM LEVIN AT MOZAMBIQUE FASHION WEEK
The setting is a surrealist’s delight. By 9pm, the breeze off the Indian
Ocean has brought some respite from the day’s relentless warm drip. The red
carpet that ascends the gracious staircase of Maputo’s historic City Hall is
spectacularly lit. With the cameras poised for a live national broadcast, a
young MC descends and welcomes her audience in lashings of sensuous
Portuguese: They are a mix of shorts, beaded leopard print chiffon twin sets
and voluminous afro-garb on slip covered white plastic chairs, but the
‘Welcome to Miami’ remix lends an absurdity to this moment of national
pride. When my name is announced as a judge, I smile and wave at the nation,
but secretly I feel certain apprehension as to the relevance and
plausibility of Mozambique
