Sharon Stone. Nicole Kidman. Madonna. Eek, shudder: Faye Dunaway. It’s been a sad and creepy shock to watch each of these women stay relentlessly young (faux-young, that is, youngesque) at the cost of the growing destruction of her individuality, becoming ever more generic and manufactured-looking. Possibly connoisseurs of the art of cosmetic surgery can look at these women and identify, not the woman, but her surgeon, the way a doll collector can instantly identify the signature look of the artisan’s shop a doll was made in. Apparently the sinister price of defying time is the abandonment of one’s own face.
Paulina Porizkova calls this “the cult of the Scandinavian Stepfords.” They all end up as blondes for a simple reason: it more naturally covers grey.
TV commentators, perhaps because they’re in such a highbrow profession, seem to prefer the van Susteren-Matalin brow lift.
Porizkova, the former supermodel who’s been married to Ric Ocasek of the Cars for 20 years, is trying another way: she’s starting a new career as a rueful wit on just these subjects: fleeting beauty, fickle fame, insatiable ego, entitlement, insecurity, aging, and wisdom. And she is absolutely marvelous — outspoken, irreverent, self-revealing. To me, her grown-up voice and mind have more “infinite variety” (as Shakespeare’s Antony said of Cleopatra) than her youthful face and body ever did. I just love her voice. If only Cloven Not Crested were bigger, and we could invite her to blog here! Maybe someday. Meanwhile, you can read her on HuffPo, on on age vs. beauty; how betrayed she feels when another actress she admires sacrifices another piece of her soul on the youth altar; and more.