Fair chance it was the trialing of the dress that gave the disturbance last night for Sak. In the earlier, conservative black baju the day before, with the accompanying scarf, there was little issue; ensconced within that simple envelope Sak had sat easy & comfortable. The bright white and printed blue batik was a very different proposition, a very different venture—doubtful, problematic and hazardous. With the flat, lank hair on display further concern again was added, even though the new colour certainly suited Sak better. (At one of the early meets Sak had confessed she wore the scarf because she could do nothing with her hair. Far from a traditional Muslim gal beneath the persiflage.) Some acne was not able to be adequately covered by the make-up too. A testing circumstance, however you looked at it. Understandable unease was the result, which was perfectly apparent from the outset, even from the approach on the steps at the Plaza. An actor on the brightly lit stage before the public feeling very little fit for that role.
