We Were Rockstars
We have a problem with image in this society. Thanks to a media driven by advertisement and sensationalism, we are bombarded constantly with images of people who we know on some level aren’t much different from us, but who appear larger than life, more stylish, more sexy. The line is drawn for us: we don’t look like those people on the magazine covers. We won’t grow up to be rockstars.
Or, can we? Most of the image of the rockstar–the lust, the detachment, the nonchalance, the edginess–has nothing to do with the person themselves. It’s all in how we experience their image. Controlled. Styled. Purposefully set up to make them look better. So, what happens if you use those same tricks on regular, every day people? The real people.
Maybe we won’t grow up to be rockstars. Perhaps society did lie to us. But, I’m making us into rockstars, one leering, detached cover shoot at a time.
The elusive butterfly has just tiptoed past my door