So the blogs are burning up this week over Boing Boing’s accusations of possible photo-shopping by Ralph Lauren. The ad, originally featured on Photoshop Disasters, features the already gaunt Fillapa Hamilton, slimmed down to a cartoon-like figure in jeans and a sleeveless blouse. With arms razor-thin enough to slice suzuki for my rainbow roll, and a thimble sized waist, Boing Boing‘s Xeni Jardin blogged: “Dude, her head’s bigger than her pelvis.” Apparently, tis not “cool” to speculate on hip bone to hip bone ratios in the fashion world; Ralph Lauren filed a Digital Miliienium Copyright Act against Boing Boing and Photoshop Disasters for using the image to criticize/for commentary.
Can you say backfire? Unfortunately, for RL their filing has actually just drawn more (negative) press and attention; they are now the hot company to blame for the rise in body dysmorphia . The flames over body image and retouching have been stoked.
I pray this will be the tipping point for designers; that they will finally get the message loud and clear they have to STOP doing this to girls. Year after year, season after season these reckless designers throw these ads at us women, and it just destroys us. Upon seeing this ad I immediately felt that familiar self-hatred only fashion can stir within me. As always is the case I started bingeing, purging and cutting myself. Putting Sheryl Crow’s “I Shall Believe” on repeat, I opened all the windows and doors in the house, took to bed, and rocked myself with my thumb in my mouth for hours. How are we women supposed to cope with these types of demands!?!?!?!!??!!?? How am I supposed to wear such ugly jeans!??!?!?!
Not pretty. Gross. Perhaps I will write a letter with my new-found free time. Hmmmmm.
I think that girl was in front of me at spin last week…
Funny, the Valentino waifs on the runway in the previous blog, though not photoshopped, are still in the “impossible-to-attain” body image mode that drives women to self loathing.
There legs are pencil thin….there arms sticks. It is a miracle that none of those very, very pretty Valentino dresses had nary a fleck of vomit on them.
Personally, I blame that bitch Barbie. I swear, some scientist needs to research the correlation between Barbie dolls and anorexia & bulimia. Generations of little girls & gay boys staring at the plastic bitch and her 42-17-34 measurements. KNowing full well….they’ll never measure up.
I also blame her (and Ken) for the shaved crotches of the world.