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14 mrt 2011

Natural woman?

The image of 'la femme Parisienne'

A natural women, with the perfect slender body, long straight light brown hair, a nonchalance and arrogance with which she carries around her certain 'je ne sais quoi'. The image of the French lady seems to me universal, it's the lady that doesn't get fat even though her diet is filled with croissants, baguettes, macarons, wine and cheese. She's the woman that isn't really into exercise, walking around Paris and sex are the only basic things she needs to keep that perfect body intact.

It therefore comes to me as a shock that these perfect creatures would even CONSIDER plastic surgery - it doesn't seem to fit the picture.  But I see more and more silicone filled lips, open spread eyes, up to your face breasts and 50+ women with a wrinkle-less forehead passing me by in the streets of Paris.


When did the 'cat-lady's ' face become the new designer drug I wonder? The 'cat-lady', a New York socialite whom has been officially considered to have had the most plastic surgery done. And since her new appearance makes Halle Berry (aka Catwoman) crawl back, she has been named the animal she resembles the most, a cat. When I was walking around forte dei marmi last summer, I bumped into her with awe. As I couldn't keep my eyes of her look I wondered what she thinks when she looks at herself in the mirror: 'I look like a cat', or, 'This is the face I have always dreamed of'.





How did covering broozed eyes behind the latest Tom Ford sunglasses and competing with daughter and granddaughter suddenly became a status trademark in Paris?
Do they come home one day saying "Bonjour chéri, I have a new lover who is dressed in a white coat and a needle filled with poison, he only charges me 1000 a wrinkle"?
I would be less gob smacked by this new trend if I were living on the other side of the Pacific, but mister white outfit seems to also be having a love affair in Paris.
The skin colored patches behind which these women hide their new lovers interests stand in such a great contrast to the cities historical beauty and heritage. I have always considered that age is just a number and that each wrinkle has its own story. Doesn't getting older come with wisdom, heart filled memories, better style and a bigger shoe closet?

Well in 21st Century Paris, it comes with a new face...La Parisienne isn't 'all that naturelle' anymore.

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