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Seeing an emaciated fashion model cut out on the contents page of the Guardian magazine I thought, oh no, another article on skeletal fashion models, the rise of eating disorders in the young, etc.. How reassuring then to turn to the article ("Never has wrapping up warm been so stylish"). A delightful free advert for the likes of Yves Saint Laurent ("Sophia P...wears coat, £4,285, skirt, £400, and shoes £395) and Alexander McQueen (Anna...wears cardigan, £995, and skirt, £560).
This should encourage all those teachers and social workers to smarten up a bit. Apparently much of this finery is available at their local branch of Harrods.
I have seen fashion models on a shoot on two occasions (Chelsea and Paris, since you ask). Both times I was aghast (yes, I tell you, aghast) at these living definitions of skin and bones. About as attractive as something off a mortuary slab.
And while on the subject (and ignoring Alan Bennett, October 30) I note that as a consequence of now being fully used to the Guardian's Berliner format, the Observer seems to get larger with each passing week.

4 Comments:
To clarify, Chelsea and Paris are places, not people.
When did you see models on catwalks in Paris?
Mystified...
Surely the best UK publication of all is How to Spend It, comes with the FT? occasionally, full of things that nobody I know could ever afford to buy...
Ditto Dec editions of French magazines such as Madame Figaro and Elle and Marie Claire - 100 presents to give at Christmas, starting price at least £250, and going up to diamonds. Well yes. The people who put those things together obviously don't have four children.
Strict textual analysis will reveal I never said anything about catwalks. Both occasions were photoshoots on the street.
While one expects this sort of bollocks in Marie Claire and Elle, and at least FT readers wives (now that would be a publication) are supposed to be able to afford this sort of thing, I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT IN THE FUCKING GUARDIAN. A vain hope, I know, and one I'm sure has been expressed by all sorts of earnest Guardian readers over the years, but it seems the latest revamp entails and an inevitable rise in fashion and celebrity bollocks accompanying a subtle centrist repositioning.
Thank god I got that off my chest. I feel much better now.
The Guardian has had proto sleb bollox tendencies for some time, as its more 'centrist' position has been quietly unfurling. The Weekend magazine in particular is insufferably smug and aspirational. Wouldn't it be cooler for it to turn all SWP on our asses and become a confrontational agit-prop fanzine? Kinda like Julie Burchill in reverse.
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