The beautiful Karen who was dubbed 'The Blonde with Class' by Vogue Magazine is now coming back to haunt Paris like a freaky nightmare from the dark by world of the over extravagant batman years of the 1990's. Poor France having to sweep up the model mess left after all those years of ruling the fashion world. The beautiful models entering its airports and train stations to march on towards the fashionable 8th arrondissmeent. Thin faces and little necks straining and aching to look at the stern and steely faces of the privileged pack of Gods beauties stride down the catwalks.
The fun begins to dwindle as the hangover seeps in after all those years of forgotten personal insecurity, hazy drug dependence and unloved relations. As age creeps in and people forget your name the old dumped fears come crashing back. Depression worsens, exaggeration has no boundaries and hurt is an everyday word.
The obsession of beauty and control of it, constantly play with the emotions and natural insecurities of woman. Like a disregarded bowler hat thrown aside models reach maturity and can face the most oddest of consequences. In Miss Mulder's case - anorexia,drug abuse, rape and assault allegations, a psychiatric hospital, plastic surgery, suicide attempts and prison. Pretty distressing and a sad reflection of a woman who's face has graced hundreds of magazine covers and whom women all over the world idolise.
Offstage she was made up and pampered, On stage she walked with a power into the camera flash, to be gazed and adorned and consumed upon by a hungry public. Like the haze of cigarette smoke as it disappears quickly and to her final breaths and gasps, she clings to the fame she once knew amid her many claims of dislike. Viva la altered beauté -blemishes brought on by age and the art of plastic surgery and it's reversals.
No comments:
Post a Comment