Sunday, April 18, 2010

Taylor Momsem & an excerpt from Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis

Chloe sleeps across from me,
dreaming of photographers flashing light meters inches from her face,
of running naked down a freezing beach pretending its summer, of sitting under a palm tree full of spiders in Borneo,
of getting off an overnight flight, gliding across another red carpet, paparazzi waiting,
Miramax keep calling, nightmares involving white-sand beaches in Paris, Tokyo, the icy waves,
the pink newspapers from foreign countries,
stacks of magazines with her unblemished face airbrushed to death and cropped close on the covers and it's hard to sleep when a sentence from a Vanity Fair profile of Chloe by Kevin Sessums refuses to leave me: "Even though we've never met she looks eerily familiar, as if we've know her forever".

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