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shiny objects

Saturday, July 16, 2005


I wasted an hour of my life today, staring at pictures of supermodels - namely Jodie Kidd and Gemma Ward. Somewhere between this and this, I realized that I don't actually want to be as thin as they are.

What I really want (and what I assume many women want without knowing it) is the ability to dominate a visual frame. Look at the fucking model. She's the center of attention. She's the supporting foundation for a work of art (i.e. the fashion and the photograph). I want to be appreciated like that. I want Dolce and Gabanna, or Ralph Lauren, or Calvin Klein to cover me in expensive fabric. I want to be placed in center stage with my hair done and my make-up scrutinized and 2 lackeys who do nothing but get me more vitamin water and gauloise cigarettes.

Here's the tricky part: I'm smarter than the fucking model. I'm probably a hell of a lot sweeter in person. And chances are that I'm a lot more talented and creative than she is overall. So what's the main difference between us?

She's thin. Really thin. And tall - 6'0" to be exact. She's a coathanger.

Oh.

Is that all? Maybe I should lose 50lbs.

Or not.


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