I just saw a picture of John Galliano. Love him, love him, love him. Creative visionary. Fashion god. True maverick.
But what the hell happened to his face? Man, he's had some serious work done. He's looking very tight and toned, and I'm not just talking Botox and Restylane.
Mind you, I can hardly scoff. While I'm not willing to go under the knife, I did embrace the skills of our in-house retoucher recently. I needed a new bio pic, and was feeling old and tired, so Dan took 20 lbs and 20 years off me with a few deft keystrokes. And he gave me American teeth.
It was an action shot, very Sex-In-The-City, and I thought I looked rather dashing. Until I showed my youngest.
"What's wrong with your face?"
"Nothing. The nice man at work just smoothed it out. I look gorgeous."
"You look weird."
Surgeon's knife or retoucher's mouse, it's all the same. You can look your age. Or get work done and still look your age, just in a more strangulated way.
Kids don't lie. At least not about facelifts.