Supermodels, they fascinate us
Only connect, can be nonsense. Somethings are super attractive precisely because they bear no link whatsoever to our own lived reality. The Cannes red carpet. The Oscar de la Renta fashion show. The Balmain runway cum concert. The royal reality TV drama starring the Duke and Duchess of Sussex. We are utterly removed and in utter thralldom.
I am thinking of supermodels too. In 1990 Peter Lindbergh photographed Christy Turlington alongside Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell and Cindy Crawford for the British Vogue cover. Soon afterwards cast in the music video for George Michael’s Freedom! ’90 they were the original supermodels. They set standards of an otherworldliness that still haunt the fashion trenches.
As Lindbergh passed away this week, tributes have poured in to his aesthetic, which was more inclined to minimalism than exaggeration. In Keatsian tradition he said, “There is no beauty without truth. All this fake making up of a person into something that is not them cannot be beautiful. It is just ridiculous.”
But it really isn’t anymore. In the era of Instagram, where a Kendall Jenner or a Gigi Hadid has risen up the ramp as much via the social media and reality TV as the fashion houses, retouching is not cheating, it is art.
Btw you haven’t heart of Sean O’Pry, have you? But you have seen his smoldering blue eyes, granite cheekbones, chiseled body for sure. Like in magazines and the music video for Taylor Swift’s Blank Space. “Oh my God, look at that face, you look like my next mistake.” But you haven’t heard of this most successful male model of the last decade. Because this is an industry women dominate. Men are at a much poorer end of the gender wage gap. Talk about otherworldly.
DISCLAIMER : Views expressed above are the author’s own.