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May 28, 2008

Film-World Decadence

Michael Blowhard writes:

Dear Blowhards --

If you can overlook all the tut-tutting, Liz Jones' Cannes Film Festival diary is an entertaining snapshot of the carryings-on of the glitzy filmworld set. Funny passage:

But the most important fixture and fitting on a yacht off the coast of Cannes? 'Hot and cold running supermodels,' says my date. 'You cannot, as a man, turn up without a supermodel on your arm. They simply won't let you on.'

Link thanks to Anne Thompson. Don't miss the photo of Quentin Tarantino that Anne includes in this posting.



posted by Michael at May 28, 2008


It's the super in front of model that cracks me up, every time. I mean, what is wrong with a plain old model? No, it has to be a SUPER model. It's like diet cherry vanilla coke. The cherry flavor is enough. It's all just marketing....

Posted by: MD on May 28, 2008 4:08 PM

Actually within the fashion world "supermodel" is a semi-technical term, believe it or not. It indicates not just "a successful model" but a girl whose face is instantly recognizable worldwide, and who's a brand in her own right. The term didn't come into common usage until the 1980s, because prior to the '80s models didn't often attain brand-name status. Read more about the history of "supermodel" at Wikipedia.

Which isn't to say that it isn't all marketing, of course ... And not that the guy being quoted is referring to "supermodels" in the technical sense, god knows.

Posted by: Michael Blowhard on May 28, 2008 4:46 PM

Hmmm. There are "modelizers" who are guys who only date models. I wonder if there are also "supermodelizers", guys who only date models who are brand names. Talk about your Roissy-style super-alpha!

I've sometimes wondered who would actually be the real ultra-mega-uber-super-alpha of the dating/sex world. My candidate would be a male prostitute who charges enormous fees for his services, and whose clientele is exclusively top-notch ultra-high class female escorts. You know, who charge their own clients thousands of dollars a night, who sometimes don't even provide sex, whose male clients are themselves super-alphas. These ultra-desirable very expensive women, themselves prizes sought by the highest status men, would pay my guy thousands of dollars...just for the privilege of having raw, physical no-strings attached sex with him.

Now, that would be the stud to end all studs. I wonder if anyone like that exists (or ever has)?

Posted by: PatrickH on May 28, 2008 7:16 PM

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