My mother is very proud that her daughter looks like Angelina Jolie. She loves to make guess the lookalike to colleagues, acquaintances, the familiar grocery cashier when I return in my hometown for the holidays.
Lookalike as an overrated while third-rate type stardom and success.
A relieving stamp of approval from the extern to cover all the internal, as trivial as pungent, differences of opinion.
A step further the eternal ocean of existence contentment repeated by Los Angeles, Hollywood, NYC.
People agree over the ressemblance, and photographers begins by : «I don’t know if anyone already told you but…»
I am not dissatisfied to look like such an appreciated actress. But this image has no resonance to me. To me, Angelina Jolie is a tabloid figure, easy to caricaturize with full lips and a kids’ herd. People are sweet to compliment me. It’s a nice attention to be compared to her, but it stops there. What may I say after the suitable »Thanks »? Between the Brangelina news and the weird public relations stunts, nothing resonates into me. My heart and my mind aren’t elevated by the recall of stardom. Hollywood-reglemented beauty and podiums of sexiest/best-dressed/trendiest women are flat notions.
I would not ask to change my body, but if I had to hear an actress name followed by mine, I would be so flattered it would be Kate Winslet.
I haven’t seen all Kate Winslet movies, and I put Titanic out of the list to not makes the idea confusing (as a popular blockbuster, it follows other rules). The most important is that Revolutionary Road and The Reader inhabited me for days. Sorrow desoriented me; the travel to other lifes, to my own possible futures, revealed an unexpected jetlag. Just like I saw human nature flaws destroying blossoming hopes and moving vulnerabilty, I was still dazed by the difficult view of heavy concrete blocks crushing delicate petals.
Anna, the role interpreted by Winslet in The Reader, is magnetic. Without make-up, armpits unshaved, generally dressed in rigid suits or dull dresses, she doesn’t fit the Hollywood standards. It would be too easy to despise and throw her on the hate-list for what she did. But the beauty, the delicacy, the complexity and the perfectly-dosed strenght offered by Winslet instil life lessons and force second looks. Oh, the chill I felt when she answer to by an almost imperceptible move of the jaw to her lover, when he asks about her love feelings. I saw the cage, the depths of her journey, her childish desires and her obligations of adult life, the fascinating pitfalls of destiny and existence. I saw her nudity in a bed and in a river, and I saw an infinite wish for love, and the memory of a childish innocence beyond redemption.
How can acting be so good and so real that it shakes up so many crucial themes and instill a haggard recognition of the multiplicity of profound ego pitfalls?
I’m fascinated by good acting – appropriating one’s body to work it as a tool. Live instead of look. Lead on one’s own will instead of breathe by the evanescent love sent by audience.
Beauty is a thing, but Winslet goes further and inhabit her beauty. Some would say it’s a cheesy marketing move for a beautiful actress to claim herself in opposition with plastic surgery. But that statement of Winslet, supported by her choice of strong characters, feels coherent and inspiring to me. I love to see the aging lines on Kate Winslet face, because I understand her acceptance of them as inherent to what she does. Kate Winslet uses her beauty as a hand to bring audience into the life of complex characters. She lend her appealing beauty to repulsive life situations.To lend one’s own image to such powerful stories, personalities and characters is the most amazing thing I can imagine.
I understand why so many models turn to cinema. The change is not always successful, but our job is, as much as possible, to translate emotions on a single image. So, we tend to dream about a succession of images.
I chose modelling because it was the most accessible path for me. I suppose I could have tried acting. Now and everytime I see a beautiful movie, I would love to try to bring my own talent to communicate something. Yet, I’m actually not a very good actress: I speak really fast and overplay. I chose to study business, and I refused to play my luck on some possible actress career. It doesn’t stop me from longing from brilliant acting.
Photography by Szymon R.