Caspar's cousin. Milk Bottle Skin. Moon Tan.
That's me. Not albino, just enough Irish ancestry to burn after a few minutes in the sun.
Or slather on SPF30+ then sit in the shade for 4 hours, to get sunburned. (true story)
Growing up in a beach side suburb, circa Puberty Blues era, having pale skin wasn't something to be proud of. Proper sunscreen wasn't invented, and even if it was, I wasn't going to wear white zinc! I spent all my pocket money on a coveted tin of Reef Oil, and burnt myself to a blistery crisp. When the Reef Oil ran out, I used to slather my legs with baby oil and tan during school lunch times, just like the other girls.
Dita Von Teese is another gorgeous cousin of Casper, as is her ex. Not much of a resemblance, although according to photos, I do have my mouth open a lot.
|Again, I don't wear a hat much.(although clearly, I should) |
The resemblance is closer, figuratively speaking...
There has been a significant shift in sun awareness in the last few decades, yet a tan (either acquired under the sun, a sun lamp, or sprayed on) is still the preferred look. No one seems to have embraced the moon tan. Which is a shame, because for once, I might be in fashion.
Andy Warhol rocked his white skin, and he was always in fashion. The expression is similar, although I do colour the grey out of my hair and I never let my frau brows get this bad.
So I guess what I am saying is this; for the life of me, I can't figure out why a tan is still so fashionable. It doesn't convey health or vitality, even though it used to.
Like smoking used to be cool, but no one thinks so now.
What do you think?
Enquiring minds want to know!