Wrinkle Free Future

July 26, 2006 at 11:07 am | In Fashion & Beauty | Leave a Comment

I was talking with a friend at the weekend. We were pondering the look of the future. Not clothes, or buildings or cars or anything. People – what people (westerners) might look like in, let’s say, 40 or 50 years time.  Once the preserve of the very rich and famous, cosmetic surgery is now commonplace, even amongst mere mortals.  We all know someone who’s been done – even if it’s a so-called non-surgical procedure like botox or a chemical peel.  

My mate and I are rather old fashioned and like to think that we can hold out against the surgery tidal wave and grow old, if not gracefully, at least reasonably naturally. But we are of an age when we are starting to talk more and more (no, not quite incessantly) about the relentlessness of the march of time and the often devastating effects it can have on one’s appearance, and my motto has always been never say never… 

Back to the future and last Saturday lunchtime’s idle chat. We talked products, procedures and surgery.  Do any of them really hold back the effects of time?  Hardly.  I’ve never seen anyone who’s had surgery and genuinely thought they look younger after it (and God knows, I watch enough of those 10 years younger type programmes and read enough glossies). Better, mostly. But not younger.  Even now in these medically advanced techno glorious times surgery only touches the surface and a good haircut, flattering, fashionable clothes and decent make up can work wonders. Costs a lot less too.  Most people who have had surgery simply look like older people who have been Done.  Others look plain weird. The exception for me is in dentistry and a good bleaching can take years off you – but do beware the Osmond’s style veneers.  Very spooky, very American and very ‘Done’.  

Of course not all cosmetic surgery is bad – breast reduction for the extremely well endowed can improve health, physical and mental, no end.  Facial rebuilding following car accidents or disease offers the chance to look normal once again.  But the key issue here is that on the whole the work needs to be done only once.  Women who undergo breast augmentation in their twenties are looking at surgery every 10 years – when do they stop?  At 50? 60? How do their breasts look then, with skin elasticity virtually nil and no silicon?  When does one stop the facelifts?  At 70? 80?  Does your face hit your chest when you do?  What are the effects of 60 sessions of botox on the forehead (first shot in your thirties or forties, twice a year)? 

My friend and I agreed that one possible future is a society divided into the Dones and the Naturals, the smaller group forming a sub-culture all of its own.  Maybe it will be hip to be natural… the toothless, grey and wrinkled will rise up and celebrate old age in all its ghastliness? Or what if those who hold out against surgical enhancement are in the minority? Will they be pushed out of sight, ignored and abused?  Given that money will no doubt be a determining factor it could be yet another way of marking out the poor and powerless in our world?  And given that we change our scapegoats regularly in 40 years time the bete noire of society won’t be asylum seekers but it could be Naturals… 

Age cannot wither her

July 18, 2006 at 2:30 pm | In Fashion & Beauty | Leave a Comment

What a lot of brouhaha there’s been following the news that Sophia Loren will appear in next year’s Pirelli calendar.  As you’d expect most of it has focused on the fact that La Loren is almost 72 years old, just a smidgen older than another Oscar winning actress Dame Judi Dench, and the last time she posed nude  – that’s Loren and not our Judi you understand – was as a fresh faced and, crucially, unknown starlet aged sweet sixteen.  It has since been confirmed that the iconic Italian actress will, very patriotically, be wearing a dress by Georgio Armani so the nudity thing ceases to be an issue.  A piece in last week’s Grazia magazine shows that the age thing rumbles on … 

I may be a dummy but I just don’t get it.  Sophia Loren is drop dead gorgeous.  She was as a young woman, as a middle aged woman and unsurprisingly – to me at least – is as a mature woman.  The truly, classically, preternaturally beautiful tend to remain beautiful regardless of the unrelenting march of time – Honor Blackman, Julie Christie, Audrey Hepburn, Rachel Welch, Lauren Bacall, Twiggy and Cindy Crawford to name the first few that pop into my head.  Of course they’ve changed a bit, but isn’t change good? Now I’m aware that some of these lovelies have been surgically enhanced but it’s been done subtly; they look like older glamour pusses rather than weird alien beings from Star Wars II like many American actresses who shall remain nameless. And the Pirelli calendar – probably the most famous and prestigious glamour calendar of all time – is all about honouring beauty.  What ever its age. We should be celebrating this shift in our culture rather than slamming Loren for doing something supposedly undignified for a woman of her advanced years.  

As Ms Loren said herself it’s fun and much more importantly it sends out a good message.  Being older doesn’t have to mean that you cease to be attractive and sexy, stop having a laugh, hold back from new experiences, etc, etc.  Signs of this shift are everywhere.  Big companies are choosing older faces – Madonna for Versace, Jane Fonda, Andie MacDowell for L’Oréal, Elizabeth Hurley still holds on to her Estée Lauder contract, the list goes on.  There are those who will argue that Loren is not representative of female OAPs and you know what, I’d agree.  But hell, Penélope Cruz and Naomi Watts who also appear in the 2007 calendar are hardly representative of your average 30 something.  The glamour and beauty industry is all about aspiration and aesthetics.  If you’re in the public arena and easy on the eye you may get offered a beauty contract. If you’ve a lot to say or you write wonderful stories you may get published.  Horses for courses.  I for one like looking at beautiful images of gorgeous people, no matter what their date of birth. 

And the best thing is that the Italian siren will appear in a normal Pirelli calendar, not a specially made for the oldies, making a political statement one like the Women’s Institute calendar of a few years back – spunky though it was.  Beauty is not the preserve of the very young. Anyway, she won’t look like a wrinkly – she’ll be air brushed to within an inch of her life…

Making Time

July 5, 2006 at 12:00 pm | In Writing | Leave a Comment

I hate it when people say: “If you really want to do it, you can make time.”  What a load of old cobblers. We use time, we can’t make it.  And those who spout this kind of nonsense are not parents of young children who have jobs and any kind of a social life.  Unless they are one of that rare breed like Mrs Thatcher who require five minutes sleep a night. Of course if I really want to do something, like most people, I go ahead and do it.  But, and here’s the rub, something has to give.  So by spending time writing that short story for the flash fiction competition I subject my family to a week of: living in a pig sty/having no clean clothes to wear/ no food in the cupboard/forgotten lunch boxes, money for the school trip etc/ repeated messages from friends asking why I’ve not returned their calls/ calls from irate clients asking where the latest draft of x,y,z is/ calls from the school/nursery asking why I‘ve not picked the kids up/ a mother who stinks with hair that wouldn’t look out of place on a yak (delete one item only).  You get my drift.  

And I’m pretty lucky.  I’ve a bloke who is not totally adverse to washing dishes and putting the kids to bed.  But the truth is that there simply isn’t enough time in the day to get everything done.  How did we get to this point I often ask myself?  We have all manner of labour saving devices.  But we also have all manner of time gobbling gizmos – email, texts, answer phones, the internet.  We’re expected to spend oodles of time improving ourselves in all manner of ways – as parents, as lovers, as home makers, as professionals, as friends.  And if we’re to keep our friends we have to be totally up to date with Lost/Big Brother/Desperate Housewives.  Schools and nurseries send kids home with enough paperwork for parents to read and deal with to require a small area of rainforest to be felled each week. Then there are the kids’ social arrangements and activities…And we spend more time with our kids than parents in the 70s ever did. I’m exhausted just thinking about it all.  No wonder I haven’t had time to pen the 21st century version of War and Peace. And another thing, I’ve my blog to write…ahhhhh. 

“There is never enough time, unless you’re serving it.” Malcolm Forbes, author and publisher.  

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