Nancy Nall has a nice write-up about Farrah Fawcett.
Farrah was blot-out-the-sun beautiful and sold a million blow dryers to a million women who aped her haircut, but she was never really threatening...
...It was the smile, of course. And the fact that nothing but the hair looked excessively fussed-over. Since every woman fusses over her hair, it bound her to us, instead of pushing us away...
...You know what that poster says? Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. It wasn’t something she could help.
Read all of Nancy's post here.

And there was me thinking the post might be about Jacko.
Isn't life (and death) strange?
Posted by: Jeremy | June 26, 2009 at 03:22 AM
Yes, Jeremy, it is. And that's about all I've figured out to say about both. Just strange, weird and wild.
Posted by: blue girl | June 26, 2009 at 08:00 AM
i found this time article very interesting as well :)
Posted by: almostinfamous | June 26, 2009 at 10:59 AM
Great article, aif. Thanks. Love that there were no stylists or make-up artists. Love that the guy from Cleveland didn't originally like the shot. Love that everyone tried to copy it afterwards to no avail.
Love when magic happens!
Posted by: blue girl | June 26, 2009 at 11:13 AM