Summary
Donald Dewar used to complain that he knew how a racehorse felt because he was always being groomed. As minions brushed dandruff from his collar and coaxed his hair into a docile coiff, he'd lift his mind to higher things.
He, and many like him, were resigned to the fact that, in an age where the photo is king, there's no point in rebelling against the image makers. It doesn't matter how clever your speech or your ideas: if your tights sag at the knees, or your nose is purple and veined, that, and not the message, is what people will remember.See the full content of this document
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Break Out the Corsets, Girls, We've a Book to Write First Word
I had a f leeting first-hand experience of what Dewar suffered this week. As I was being shoogled by a patient personal dresser into an Alexander McQueen chokerneck dress (GBP670), risking asphyxiation because I'd p...
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