I really love this photo by Spencer Tunick. I would tell you why, but Lisa at Sociological Images puts it so well that I’ll leave it to her: “It’s worth a good long look at each body; each is a precious point of push back against mass media’s representation of the female form.”
I’ve watched Nicki Minaj’ Super Bass video at least 20 times this week. I can’t get the song out of my head, but I’d be lying if I said a part of my obsession wasn’t with the ridiculous proportions of her body. It’s mesmerizing. I feel the same way about Kim Kardashian and Serena Williams, I just can’t stop staring.
I’m all about body variety, but when I’m internally celebrating a positive moment of a comparatively curvier chick on a magazine cover, it’s easy for me to forget that the “variety” offered up by a Vogue “shape” issue is still very, very narrow. Yes, adding a Kardashian to the mix of 17-year-old 6-foot Scandinavians is a (small) step in a good direction. Including the bootylicious on the list of conventional beauties, however, doesn’t really widen the spectrum. Instead, it creates another very specific, very exclusive type of body that’s on the “good list.”
What I love about the Spencer Tunick photograph is how undeniably average these bodies are. They are unlifted, unsmoothed, un-retouched. There are wrinkles, lumps, bumps, sagging, tan lines, freckles, spots. You know, that normal shit that magazines would have you think never happens.
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