Twilight of the supermodels

So long Tatjana Patitz. Social media is shaping up as a slow goodbye to celebrities and artists who are about my age. Famous people can die at any time, of course – there are plenty who kicked off at twenty-something and just as many who were in the ground before I discovered but never met them. But, still.

When I was a student flatting in a Grafton basement I would leave Italian Vogue lying around open as an aesthetic pick-me-up. Although I lived a weatherboard wall away from the communal wringer washing machine it was good to know that out there someone (probably Fabien Baron) was obsessing over a new tone of blackish grey-black. Fashion magazines themselves were an objet: not art but something that lingered more than mere entertainment. All gone now.

Anyway.

We now return you to your scheduled programme.