I'm very fond of The World's Oldest Supermodel. Her name is Carmen dell'Orifice & I think she's 76. Carmen's been strutting her stuff on the pages of fashion mags since probably before I was born, which is a helluva long time.
I've only been really aware of her over the last couple of years, as I think she's recently developed a slightly higher profile due to her Novelty Status as an Aged Model, which is almost a contradiction in terms these days.
I haven't been interested in models since Twiggy & Jean Shrimpton & I didn't give a toss about the eighties versions - you know: Naomi, Christy, Cindy, Linda etc. In fact, I think they were the first lot who were called 'Supermodels'. I remember when there was all that fuss about Linda saying she wouldn't get out of bed for under $10,000 a day. I wouldn't either if that's what I was used to getting paid.
I must say that they all still look pretty good & I do take prurient delight in occasionally reading about Naomi's Anger Management Issues. I used to be a bit of a Public Tanty Thrower myself, so I can understand.
I can't believe how far off the topic I've strayed. If this was an essay I was correcting, I'd be scrawling 'Irrelevant' all over it.
Back to The World's Oldest Supermodel.
Here's a painting I did of her last year as a Human Sea Shell. And here she is on the cover of a fifties 'Vogue' & as a Wonderfully Aged Person. And then there's Me, being Her.
