Longing for magnificent hideousness
In a world of manufactured pop stars and even politicians getting better looking it is hard to believe that sometime not too long ago there were actors, singers, and celebrities, who, how should I say this, were a bit on the ugly side. Simon Doonan is someone who knows both beauty and ugly. As the creative director of Barneys he is day in and day out surrounded by beauty: models, fashion folks, fabulous people. Yet his personal style is quirky and at times, dare I say, ugly. His decorating tastes, prints, color, garish items, could also be described by the U.
Over on the Daily Beast he penned a fantastic essay on longing for magnificent hideousness. It is a love letter to Marty Feldman, the comedic actor best known for his role in Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein. The essay was a welcome escape from my morning blog reading and was a fitting tribute to those who don’t alter their faces, flaunt their bad and good sides, and who allow their talent, comedy in Feldman’s case, to overcome everything else. Young Frankenstein just got added to my NetFlix queue.
But ugly does have a fighting chance. In Susan Boyle, whose album drops this month, there is a great hope that ugly will once again return to the mainstream. Feldman would be proud.