| What
a strange mistress is fame. Both seductive and cruel, she alienates
for the same reason she intoxicates -- she's not real, she's better.
All that glitters is never real, and celebrity is an ephemeral game we play with our fantasies. Public image is never the same as private, and this is never more clear as it is manipulated by stars and paparazzi alike to serve the ubiquitous purpose of the PR machine. Perhaps most interesting is the way the PR machine allows us to create a complete separate personality and keep it alive through its machinations...Who is that face in the magazine? |