A couple of years ago, I read an interview with a photographer wherein he said that the desire for celebrity photographs is entirely driven by women.Â I stopped reading all the trashy gossip magazines.Â In-flight fodder became slightly more worthy. I still look at the headlines in the shops but I do not buy.
It is distressing.Â The way Brittney Spears had a nervous breakdown in public was horrific.Â Kerry Katona’s widely publicised problems shouldn’t be widely publicised.Â I don’t care whether these women courted the press at any stage in their careers.Â They shouldn’t be hounded.Â I can see no public interest in it and a great deal that is disturbing. Â And, loath though I am to admit it, the photographer was right.Â The phenomenon is driven by women, women like me.
I read a very cool review of the work of Annie Leibovitz in one of the Sunday papers. Her work had no humanity.Â But what is wrong with a little glamour?Â Surely this is what we pay film stars for.Â Why are we so obsessed with their feet of clay?
I never buy gossip magazines any more and, you know, you shouldn’t either.
This preaching thing? I should warn you, I may get worse before I get better, it’s hard to stop once you start.
OK, tomorrow, definitely tomorrow, my next house.