Via Paddy…

I’ve always detested Beecroft’s work. It’s pure vapidness masquerading as a critique of the same. And I hate it when one not-very-talented but high-profile artist does or makes stupid things thereby justifying all the morleys in the world (as the comments here exhibit).



Of course she tries to kung-fu her racist, colonialist and narcissistic attitudes by admitting that she’s just a messed up white girl:

“I thought, what a freak I am,” Beecroft says softly, almost a whisper. “But it was really me.”

I’m not sure I’m buying this as a critique of the Madonnas and Jolies in the world. Is it any better that she seems to know she’s just as messed up, vapid and of dubious motivation as these high profile celebrities adopting African babies? permanent link to this post