So, remember my post on Salma Hayek in which she was exaulted to Shero status because she breastfed an orphan in Sierra Leone, overcoming weird parent-child loyalty issues and giving an infant some physical contact much needed in the way of his development? Well, turns out I was wrong about her.
The New York Times ran a piece yesterday about celebrity portait artists and the celebrities and rich movie-industry wives who commission them. I didn't find the article terribly interesting and I really don't care about the phsychology behind commissioning a gigantic portrait of yourself and then hanging it at the mezzanine of your while marble staircase and then saying, "Ha ha, look. We have a huge portrait of ourselves hanging in over our gaudy staircase! We are so funny because we really aren't like that! Aren't we funny? Ha." but I was already 100 words in so I pressed on.
A painter named Margaret Rose Perenchio was discussed in the article. According to her website, she paints barefoot while smoking cigars. She paints portraits of people drinking wine and laughing, playing acoustic guitars, contemplating koi ponds, etc. She also painted this:
In case you can't tell, that's Salma Hayek. She is incredibly pregnant and holding an enormous rose (something about all that skin and all those potential thorns is unsettling). One minute you're admiring a person for doing something selfless and organic and the next you find out that they recently did something that reflects the exact opposite of what you admired them for.
Oh, I feel naïve, very very naïve.
