In the months surrounding the break-up of her marriage, she has
veered wildly between dressing down – not caring one iota that she
looks like someone who keeps all her possessions in a supermarket
trolley – and dressing ludicrously ‘up’ in a succession of wildly
inappropriate designer outfits.
In May, she was exposing her Ashtanga yoga-honed limbs in corsets,
lace-up boots and fishnet tights or shuffling around in shapeless
sportswear.
As the months flew past, she donned ever larger shades and more elaborate baseball caps.
The lipstick has become redder and more severe; the hair bigger and more rigidly sprayed.
Last week, she left her New York apartment in red lacetrimmed
bloomers, a hoodie, ski sunglasses and undone strappy sandals. She
resembled someone who, rather than being flanked by bodyguards, should
have been accompanied by a concerned social worker at each elbow.
You can clearly see from these schizophrenic sartorial choices that being a style icon is getting to be too much hard work.
it’s all too tight, sometimes too high fashion (such as the green furry
jerkin, fishnet tights and lime bondage platforms she donned earlier
this month at a party held by Gucci at the Plaza in New York, an
ensemble that merely made her resemble Robin Hood).
I think the reason Madonna still insists on wearing ridiculous
Adidas sweatpants, even for the launch of her Hard Candy album in April
this year, when she teamed them with lace-up boots and a black lace
top, is that she is trying to cling on to her overaerobicised past,
when really she should just say: ‘Blow it, I’m going to sit in an
armchair and drink Harvey’s Bristol Cream.’
I would have
admired Madonna a bit more if she had gone the Grace Kelly route and
honed a pared down, elegant style of her own rather than donning every
catwalk trend on offer just because she can, a predilection that is
just as ageing as over-exercising.
Take, for example, the
prim, sheer Chanel dress with a bow at the neck she recently sported
– Madonna is most definitely not a ‘bow’ sort of woman. Why didn’t she
choose something from the elegant Prada collection?
Who
knows what was the final nail in the coffin of her marriage, but I
imagine Guy Ritchie would just stare, open-mouthed, at her crazy
outfits every time they left the house.
that knocks your confidence more than a divorce. Madonna might have new
boyfriends, but that only proves she is suffering from low self-esteem.
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As usual gig - you hit the nail on the head !! & I love the word begitty - from not on it's my new fave word !!
‘begitty’, now there’s a word, much better than the over-used ‘precious’, BTW I eventually got around to reading the article posted above. Whoever it was from at the Daily Mail really got it right about Madge. Although, hang on, I should check first, is this a ‘trashing celebs’ week or are we on a ‘live and let live Buddhist mantra’ week... Always wise to check…
I like the suggestion that Madge could morph into Grace Kelly as she gets older rather than catwalk her way to proving she is still relevant to MTV viewers…
Madonna Ciccone is talented , as much musically as in any other aspect. ‘Borderline’ remains one of the cutest and lasting pop songs from the 80s. I stopped listening after that.
Her stage performances are magnificent, she rivals her other contemporary entertainers. And wipes the floor with the younger ones. Big Bird feather dresses may seem a bit odd, I’d rather she was still singing ‘Like A Virgin’ in that Cindi Lauper costume, but there’s no accounting for taste or restraint with the mega-riché.
I thought that she kicked Guy Ritchie out, not the other way around. Or did he get jack of sleeping with the ‘gristle’, and then waking up to find her trying on Big Bird dresses. Guess I’ll never know. But please, give me some of that low self-esteem, as long as I get the moola to go with it…