I was watching Marc Jacobs & Louis Vuitton the other day (excellent documentary, by the way), and this one particular scene is still haunting me:
Medium shots of several models getting their hair and makeup done. They’re all wearing thick crusts of chunky silver glitter on their bottom eyelids, which makes them look like they’re crying. Cut to close-up of one model who’s standing, surrounded by makeup artists, and crying. The voiceover explains that she’s become allergic to makeup as a result of the constant removals and reapplications of it throughout the day as part of the modeling routine.
Was she just tearing from the eye makeup? Was she finally cracking under the pressure? Was she upset that she was the only “incapable” one? Was she scared that she would no longer be able to do her work and make a living?
Whatever reason it might have been, it was a poignant and heartbreaking look into the taxing life of a model.
On another note, expect very few (and short) posts from now until the middle of December. It’s that time of the semester when papers, exams, and projects bury us students alive. I’m anticipating a good post on New Jersey’s distinctive beauty, but it will have to wait until i get all my work done.