To my horror I am finding myself increasingly concerned with the state of Robert Pattinson's hair. To be fair, I am in company with millions of teenaged Twilight fans and Heidi Klum:
Recently Pattinson told screaming tween fans "I haven't washed my hair in about six weeks. It's disgusting." The continued mania surrounding him would indicate that this has not put too many of them off. Presumably they would agree that it IS disgusting, but continue to be enthralled by him despite this. I, however, find myself more attracted to him not in spite of his failure to wash his hair, but because of it.
I am not sure if this is because it clearly indicates his lack of regard for the obsessive teenage affections targeted at him that are based around his portrayal of the allegedly dreamy vampire Edward Cullen, who is supposed to be every girls fantasy, despite the fact he is a) undead, b) a stalker, c) not fun and d) fictional. What this says about girls these days, who would like to trade places with the masochistic heroine of the saga, who wants only to be slain, is a story for another day.
It could also be his failure to conform to the clean-cut Hollywood image, but it may be symptomatic of what Madam Von Mook refers to as my attraction to hobo chic, which, if Pattinson has half the influence of his compatriot Sienna Miller, may become just as popular as boho was in the coming months. And that would certainly be a wonderful side-effect of the Twilight phenomenon, particularly in light of the GFC and the rise of the Recessionista.
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