Lana Del Rey interests me most in that she offers a sort of prepackaged, superficial glamor. This is not an insult, though it is the source of some of the backlash against her. I see it as a more honest thing than most. I suppose it depends on perspective, is glamor something innate to certain people? Well, looking at Audrey Hepburn would seem to indicate that yes, it is something some people just have. But I would argue it’s always superficial, it is something projected outward that says little about the person. It is an image, perhaps in some it is an image they project natural, but we are still buying the sizzle, not the steak when we fall under its spell. But it’s a hell of a sizzle and I don’t know that it’s a bad thing to be impressed by something that so few can pull off. Which takes me back to Lana Del Rey. She also can do it well, though I am almost more impressed by the sort of trashy glamor she pulls off sometimes, which honestly isn’t even a thing that should feel possible. Still, I have said in the past I am very hot and cold on her, either she does nothing for me or blows me away, maybe this explains it, the image she projects, there is no middle ground, either it’s there or it isn’t at any moment and there just isn’t an inbetween. I don’t know, I could just be rambling again, all I know for certain is that today I want to fuck Lana Del Rey.
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