ABSTRACT
We see them everywhere. So visible that we look right through them. Carefully made up faces, painted lips, plucked eyebrows – above all, perhaps, their hair, washed, conditioned, styled into perfect waves. We look right through their bodies, carefully rounded, straightened, padded, into the current shapes for breasts, waists, hips. We gaze past their expensive clothes – tailored business suits in pastel colours, designer scarves, high-heeled shoes – with just the right accoutrements: the Mikimoto necklace, Tiffany earrings, handbag from Ferragamo, Gucci or Lancel. And all we say is: ‘Oh, is that the latest style?’, or ‘Is that what you’re supposed to look like this season?’ It is as if we cannot pick out women for themselves, and see them only as an incoherent flow of commercial trends.
