I just thought I would try to get into a creative mindset and put a few things together here at Simpleminds. With the various and sundry issues and things I been hearing of late, I have decided to start showing many models, trends, and fashion from other countries. So for today…
Amazingly for me this past week not one, two, or even three times, but FOUR different times I read from various media sources about models.This is a bit different insofar as if one is not in the fashion, beauty, designer, film, or television industries, one rarely reads about fashion models any remotely close to day-to-day. I mean something extraordinary would have to happen to them. Here’s a small example:These women were half-Kazakh or half-Tartar with Mongolian ancestors and perfect skin; dressed in the most tasteful, most expensive clothes; shod in soft leather boots; and perfectly coiffed.
They spoke in low, alluringly accented voices and towered over the lesser mortals in the room. I distinctly remember gazing upon one such creature while in the company of a friend, an old Russia hand who’d spent much of the previous decade in the Soviet Union. He stared, shook his head, and whispered, “But where were they all before?”
Though this is a fairly frivolous question (OK, extremely frivolous), I am convinced it has an interesting answer. To put it bluntly, in the Soviet Union there was no market for female beauty. No fashion magazines featured beautiful women, since there weren’t any fashion magazines. No TV series depended upon beautiful women for high ratings, since there weren’t any ratings.
This doesn’t mean there weren’t any beautiful women, of course, just that they didn’t have the clothes or cosmetics to enhance their looks, and, far more important, they couldn’t use their faces to launch international careers. They could become assembly-line forewomen, Communist Party bosses, even local femmes fatales, but not Vogue cover girls. They didn’t even dream of becoming Vogue cover girls, since very few had ever seen an edition of Vogue.
Now it’s rather common place, stars in fields previously unsanctioned by the party—crime novelists, conceptual artists, computer whizzes—from Russia, Hungary, or Uzbekistan have a shot at fame and fortune, too. As for talented entrepreneurs, the sky’s the limit.
Beauty is a matter of luck, but the same could be said of many other talents. And what open markets do for beautiful women they also do for other sorts of genius. The same aspirations, talent, and brains that brought these stunning ladies, might one day bring you the Ukrainian doctor who cures your cancer or the Polish stockbroker who makes your fortune.