In which our intrepid heroine rants against ageism and goes a bit “Dorian”
I had a tag on MM from a very nice photographer yesterday, who complimented me on my port and said “Thank you for helping to prove BEAUTY is AGELESS.”
Blimey, I can’t tell you how unbearably OLD that made me feel.
After I finished turning the air blue with a colourful rant against photographers who make a model feel like a fossil, Rich pointed out that the poor chap in question was only trying to be nice.
“Then he should be more bloody tactful, shouldn’t he?” I snapped.
I can imagine how understanding the MM community would be if a photographer said “Thank you for helping to prove BLACK is BEAUTIFUL”.
Humph.
Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
And age related comments really push my buttons.
Changing the subject before I get all hot and bothered again…
The image below is from today’s shoot. Yes, this is indeed the sculpture I was talking about in my last post. According to the sculptor, it is made from clay, glazed and fired with a special process which produces the crackling effect. If you could actually see it close up, it really is a stunning piece of work. It is also immensely heavy.
Because this image is squished down for the web, Blogger doesn’t do it justice. Close-up, it is incredibly cool…or at least I think so anyway.
After seeing this, my twelve year old son, who is halfway through the last Harry Potter, has now decided to call me “Voldermother”…
Blimey, I can’t tell you how unbearably OLD that made me feel.
After I finished turning the air blue with a colourful rant against photographers who make a model feel like a fossil, Rich pointed out that the poor chap in question was only trying to be nice.
“Then he should be more bloody tactful, shouldn’t he?” I snapped.
I can imagine how understanding the MM community would be if a photographer said “Thank you for helping to prove BLACK is BEAUTIFUL”.
Humph.
Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
And age related comments really push my buttons.
Changing the subject before I get all hot and bothered again…
The image below is from today’s shoot. Yes, this is indeed the sculpture I was talking about in my last post. According to the sculptor, it is made from clay, glazed and fired with a special process which produces the crackling effect. If you could actually see it close up, it really is a stunning piece of work. It is also immensely heavy.
Because this image is squished down for the web, Blogger doesn’t do it justice. Close-up, it is incredibly cool…or at least I think so anyway.
After seeing this, my twelve year old son, who is halfway through the last Harry Potter, has now decided to call me “Voldermother”…
posted by Lin at 4:36 PM
2 Comments:
if I hear one more..
"your grey hair is distinguished"
from some woman.. I'm gonna tell them...
"and so is your breast sag"
I really don't think vanity, is the same as wanting to hang onto some of our better qualities of our youth..
don't think so. .I wasn't vain at 20, but I sure liked the way I looked better then!
Lin, I've had similar comments. I usually let them slide down my back, much like other things that aren't worth getting upset about. I think this individual had good intentions and wanted to compliment you, but he doesn't really understand a woman's psychology, does he? Personaly, I think of age much like I think of race or gender. It should NOT matter. It should not have to be pointed out. A friend of mine once tried to make that case by putting 99 in the age field of her modeling portfolio, and her account was temporarily suspended as a result. Age is nothing but a number. Some people attach too much importance to those numbers. How tall you are, how old you are, how much you weigh. It's silly and irrelevant. What counts is what's inside and what you bring out to the world, I think.
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