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Art Of The Trench

— by Alyson Walsh

 

 

Gulp. I have been debating whether or not to post this picture of myself for days. Most people would love to be a part of Burberry’s Art Of The Trench campaign and have their portrait splashed across tube stations, and apparently, on billboards at the Hammersmith Flyover (not sure whether that last bit’s a joke and I am certainly not going all the way over there to find out) during London Fashion Week. The posters were timed to go up on the day of the Burberry show and thankfully, I missed them. Yes, I missed my own 15-minutes. Shame. Whilst some bloggers are happy to post ‘Today I’m Wearing’ photos ad infinitum, I’m not. I hate having my picture taken, always feel incredibly uncomfortable – even more so when it involves standing in the middle of Regent Street at rush hour – and this anxiety is usually reflected in my face. Well, that’s my excuse anyway. I’m all for the increased visibilty of older women in the media, just so long as it’s not me.

So. This is what late-forties sans Botox looks like. And after seeing this photo, I’m convinced that I  suffer from some sort of facial dysmorphia because when I look in the mirror, this is not what I see. Now I feel bad about my neck/saggy jaw/marionette lines – and I wish I’d remembered what Bianca Jagger told me at London Fashion Week (yes, really) a couple of years ago, ‘Don’t let anyone take your photo from below!’ Let that be a lesson to you all.

 

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    Gulp. I have been debating whether or not to post this picture of myself for days.