Tools of the trade
There is no sadder thing than the exposé of a stranger’s sadness, someone you know by dint of their celebrity – that thin casement by which we measure success these days – but otherwise not at all. So Amy Winehouse is held up to the public eye as the wicked witch of wrongdoing, a druggie, a brawler, a warning to our young, and we wring our hands and say isn’t it awful, there’s nothing we can do. Never have we seen a person in more need of country air and a good roast dinner, followed by a long stay in a remote farmhouse with organic vegetables, a juicer, some labradors and a load of DVDs for company.
Back to Health: The Amy Winehouse Detox. It would be the documentary of the year.
Dita Von Teese , who really shouldn’t be consulted on such matters, told the Daily Express, “No matter how much [Amy] breaks down, she still has the beehive of sorts and the outfits and eyeliner. When I see pictures of her I wish I could tidy her up a bit”.
Amy, word of advice, next time you feel like saying “Look what happened to my dreams. I am a mess, look at me,” watch out for Dita, because all you’ll get is a fresh lick of eyeliner and your barnet re-pinned. Fashion folk have long held the belief that a good life follows a good look; and besides, what’s a bit of malnutrition, scabies and jaundice among friends when you’ve got your trademarks sorted out?
