I looked across my desk one morning, and saw this happened:
A woman formed from the back cover of Eye Magazine—showing an image from the website of fashion designer Issey Miyake—and the front cover of a Macy’s catalog that was inserted inside the Eye as a bookmark. It’s probably for their “one-day” sale, which if anyone hasn’t noticed happens every other Saturday.
I wonder where she really shops. If she knows Miyake, we might say she cares enough about fashion to know the particulars, whom she likes and doesn’t like, what cuts and patterns flatter her thin if underdeveloped body. In spite of all the alternatives, she has the confidence required to maintain her own opinion, and knows Miyake’s clothes look good on her even if they insist on altering her idea of who she is to do so. It is worth the sacrifice.
Of course like many women she'd sometimes rather just be pretty in a dumb way. It would be good to be able to stop trying. Even if the photos of her in magazines were Photoshopped after all, she would be worth the obscenity that is doctored photography. No one—not even she—would care to know the difference.
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