Oh, mon dieu. French Vogue has outdone themselves. The April
issue features a faux pregnant Lilly Donaldson wearing six-inch heels and
doing things with a doll and a baby bottle that, well, defy summary. You really
have to check these photos out yourself.
Call me paranoid, but I think they may be making fun of les americains
in this one. All right, you got us, we Americans ARE totally uptight about not letting
our fetuses smoke in utero.
In the next one, it seems the model confused the instruction, "Check the temperature of the milk on your wrist," with, "Use the milk to shoot up."
Judging from Jezebel’s take on the spread, I’m more uptight
than I thought. Both the writers and commenters seemed united in their appreciation of the, ah, unusual take on motherhood. Tatiana writes, “French Vogue
found the tenderness in mothering, but also the humor, the wackiness, the
suggestion that it isn't perhaps natural to all women, and the surprise.”
As in, “Surprise! Motherhood turned me into a heroin addict?” I guess I don't like to be quite that surprised.
I agree with Jezebel that it’s nice to see taboos
busted, but this spread perpetuates just as many myths about femininity as it
knocks down. Donaldson couldn’t look more childish and helpless in many of
these photos.
I like the idea that motherhood does not equal self-sacrificing
sainthood, but is a pregnant supermodel smoking two cigarettes at the same time
necessarily the
best way to demonstrate that?
Photos: Jezebel
