Artificial Eden: Kari Ann

Kari Ann of Fashion TV, Seduced by her new found fame; Surrounded by flatterers and All the glitter and glamour, Every young girl desires Carries out her daily routine; Casually unaware it seems Of the barbed wire of excess; Which will blur her sense of who she is And mutilate her perfect skin. The latest face for chic designs With high cheek bones and wide set blue eyes: " My skin's gotta be perfect There's no doubt about it. I'm totally the girl Who adores attention! " A Barbie doll on benzedrines A million dollar contract queen Waif like, vain, commodified Depersonalised and distanced. She offers another empty, programmed pose; To the camera on the catwalk of her dreams; A photo shoot follows; then ‘it's party till dawn' Catch a few hours sleep then do it once more. In love with the lie that ‘blondes have more fun'; There seems to be an air of cruel disdain About her measured, ‘calm demeanour'. To present herself to the eyes of the world As a deluxe darling - surly, sleek and cool Is an ideal which can become so mundane. Only when she breaks down and cries Does she reveal a human side; Behind the faint, erotic guise Of logo and style. Like a thousand ‘Femme Fatales' before her; Like a thousand other nameless angels; Who parade their fleshfor the multitude Of web cam voyeurs & screen diseased slugs; She is just another code or number Signifying the manufacture of desire. " I'm the kind of girl who you identify With brand new cars and the very latest styles Your gaze constructs me; you reduce me with your eyes. I'm so tired of wearing this mask, It doesn't fit. I feel out of synch; Body distorted; I fear decay; Don't wanna end up wrinkled and old! " Anorexic culture; a culture of expulsion: Born of longing; cold and numb Brand name culture; a culture of denial: Disposable, crude, carefree and dumb.