I can’t imagine a time when I’ll willingly lie back and let someone introduce my face to the cold steel of a scalpel. Call me crazy, but baring an accident, it’s not on my list of things to do, besides I’ve lived with my imperfections for this long, I may as well keep them. However at the Perth Fashion Festival, Story by Tang parade, I may have uncovered a workable alternative.
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Story by Tang was one of the must see events at this years Perth Fashion Festival and the first stand alone event at the WA Museums Fashion Paramount. As luck would have it I was in a position to take up a good offer. Yes there were beautiful frocks and glitterati aplenty, but I was sidetracked by the nonsurgical facelift on display.
While I sat precariously balanced on my section of the long wooden stool, backstage the canny stylists of Maurice Meade worked their magic, including Ailsa (see two-words-women-dont-want-to-hear)
As I watched the glam set arrive I thought of Ailsa and crew teasing, crimping and blow drying their hearts out, after a full days work. No doubt right about now, a five minute break on my rock hard stool, would feel like an hour on a Jason Recliner massage chair for them.
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Finally the last VIPs took their seats and the photographers turned their cameras to the walkway. While the dresses were stylishly subdued and feminine, it was the hairstyles that first peaked my interest……
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Slickly pulled back to within an inch of its life, the ‘show horse’ ponytails were set skyward in rigidly straight lines that would have warmed the heart of Mr Antenna Man representatives everywhere. When all the models gathered on the runway at the end, I thought the television screens dotted around the room might beam in images from NASA’s Space Station. Just as long as they didn’t tap into the flight path of the space junk wending its splintered way back to earth, after all we did cop a piece of Skylab years ago, when it re-entered the earths atmosphere.
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As each model strutted her stuff I began to ponder…..
For some reason I had the image of the Maurice Meade team backstage with the models sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of them. One by one each stylist would place his/her left foot gently on a models left shoulder, then with a brush in their right hand and the models hair in their left, they’d pull upward. Each pull raising the models eyebrows higher into her hairline. Biceps straining under the pressure, years of experience would see the stylists know exactly when to release the pressure and galvanize the hair into submission before letting the ends float freely like curtain tie tassels. The result ….
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….slick ponytails and instant facelifts. Not that the young models needed facelifts, the school bells were still ringing in their ears.
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As more and more models appeared, I also pondered about my childhood doll, Julie, lying neglected in the garage.
In my youth many an afternoon was spent pulling her hair out the top of her head, only to wind it back later courtesy of a strategically placed button in the small of her back. How much easier would it be for all concerned, if this modification became the norm in future generations. Perhaps such fashion possibilities would help lay to rest the much debated Stem Cell issue.
Not only was there the nonsurgical facelift on show, I was also drawn in by the nifty jeweled face pieces.
What better way to cover up a last minute wayward blemish, even though the removal process left the models face down into a basin of water afterwards. Is that what Mike Tysons facial tattoo is covering up, a persistent blemish? Don’t think I’ll, ask otherwise I too may find myself face down in a large body of water.
