Thursday, February 28, 2008

Meanwhile, in the Mail...

Liz Jones is spluttering with outrage at the thought of Amy Winehouse launching a clothes and cosmetics range - even although there's been no real suggestion it's going to happen.

But it's not just that which has angered Liz. A vague suggestion that fashion magazines might like to carry photos of Winehouse, and she's off again:

Winehouse is, according to the editor of British Vogue, Alexandra Shulman, the star that all the hip photographers most want to place in front of their grubby lenses, as she has an "exotic" look and is instantly recognisable.

Shulman didn't mention whether or not she, along with every other glossy magazine editor worth her clothing allowance, was pursuing the 24-year-old multi-Grammy Award winner to appear on Vogue's cover.

But I can only guess that if she were offered Winehouse's services, she would leap at the chance to boost circulation.

Yes, the level of conclusion-jumping and speculation in an average Jones piece can be seen from the Moon.

But just imagine: a publication putting a photo of Amy Winehouse on the front to boost sales. Thank god the Mail would never stoop so low, eh?

Jones then lays into the fashion industry:
The fact is that people in the fashion industry are not in the business of protecting the young people who buy their products.

Instead, the industry feeds on the disposable, the young, the tragic and the new.

Liz shares some heart-rending letters from young women, desperate to break into fashion, before snorting:
I really wish these girls, who bewail the state of their bodies and wonder why they are not pretty enough or thin enough, could sit alongside me in the front row here at Paris Fashion Week.

They would see for themselves that the models, while young and beautiful and tall and slim, are not remotely perfect.

Yes, Jones is attacking the cruel and twisted fashion industry from the front row of the biggest fashion jolly of them all.
Will no one stand up and say "enough is enough"?

We're wondering that ourselves, Liz.