The thing that suddenly struck me about that is:  how incredibly nefarious and WHAT a good plot for a story.  A  demoness...a Svengali/Iago/Faustus (Iaga? Faustina?) type who pipes  women to their doom, tempting them with all the empty spoils of fame  that burn them alive but make the stylist burn bright. There are plenty  of archetypes to manage that, make it interesting. It's kind of Dorian  Gray-y...or even Persona-like.   Twisty turny identifications and devilish schemes. I mean, the  situation really--on the surface--bespeaks some old-fashioned evil at  work, to cozy up to people,  play on vanity, get them doing bad things  that are probably good for the stylist.  Rasputin-y.  That kinda thing.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
skinnnnnnny
Heather over at Fashion Survivor pointed  out some recent scary Hollywood weight drops among the "plus-sized"  actress group (such as Sara Rue and oh my GAWD, that Reba lady).  Sigh.   She also pointed out a story I'd heard about Nicole Ritchie firing her  stylist, the stylist being notorious for clients who get too skinny.
The thing that suddenly struck me about that is:  how incredibly nefarious and WHAT a good plot for a story.  A  demoness...a Svengali/Iago/Faustus (Iaga? Faustina?) type who pipes  women to their doom, tempting them with all the empty spoils of fame  that burn them alive but make the stylist burn bright. There are plenty  of archetypes to manage that, make it interesting. It's kind of Dorian  Gray-y...or even Persona-like.   Twisty turny identifications and devilish schemes. I mean, the  situation really--on the surface--bespeaks some old-fashioned evil at  work, to cozy up to people,  play on vanity, get them doing bad things  that are probably good for the stylist.  Rasputin-y.  That kinda thing.
The thing that suddenly struck me about that is:  how incredibly nefarious and WHAT a good plot for a story.  A  demoness...a Svengali/Iago/Faustus (Iaga? Faustina?) type who pipes  women to their doom, tempting them with all the empty spoils of fame  that burn them alive but make the stylist burn bright. There are plenty  of archetypes to manage that, make it interesting. It's kind of Dorian  Gray-y...or even Persona-like.   Twisty turny identifications and devilish schemes. I mean, the  situation really--on the surface--bespeaks some old-fashioned evil at  work, to cozy up to people,  play on vanity, get them doing bad things  that are probably good for the stylist.  Rasputin-y.  That kinda thing.
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