I want to look like a cyborg

I watched the strangest movie tonight, about a girl with bleached eyebrows who believes herself to be a cyborg.

The Korean actress, Su-jeong Lim, is stunning and I am a cyborg but it's OK is incredible:



Not only because of the randomness of the film and the storyline, but also because of the aesthetic of it all.

Which made me think: after being taken by the pale, milky ginger complexion yesterday, I am now in awe of the Korean features.

I didn't know anything about beauty the Korean way so I did a bit of research. This is what it is all about:

1. a milky complexion
2. sculpted features
3. large eyes

Su-jeong Lim certainly has all of that.

The interesting thing is the similarities between red-heads and the Korean beauty standards. It is the freakish fascination for peroxide features on one side, and the imitation of European complexions on the other.

Karen Elson and the cyborg actress could almost swap over.

I think the issue needs more investigation... I promise an update as soon as I find out more about it.

A twice-queenly statement: tartan and carrot-tops

Today at lunch, I had a model-scout-like revelation: my ravenous attention was distracted by a carrot-top.

No, nothing to do with vegetables, I found myself staring at a tall thin ginger girl: not particularly beautiful but striking.

And since everyone seems to be going to the hairdresser at the moment, why not try copper?

Red-heads being the ugly-ducklings is ancient history, not since Elisabeth I has translucide skin, invisible eyebrows and tangerine hair been celebrated.

Orange haired models and celebrities have been everywhere over the last years, from the breathtaking Tilda Swinton to Lily Cole who's trademark is her fiery-fall of hair.

British Vogue interviewed red queen, Karen Elson, in their Glorious September 2008 issue about the red phenomenon; and model agencies are reported to be encouraging carrot-tops to come forward.

The strangely pale creatures are up for fashion domination.

I cannot pinpoint it but there is something arresting about red-heads - something about their almost erased, complexions. Maybe it is the bone structure or the fact the definition of their features gets lost in a milky skin.

When I found myself staring, I realised I was so dumstrucked by this carrot-girl because she reminds me of Queen Elisabeth (or at least the stately idea I have forged of her, as I cannot claim to have met the woman).

So it all revolves around the queen as style icon after all: I might have to go out and buy a tartan suit to match the hair - and the royal airs of the season...