With anything but mercy (and grace), brazenly and no holds-barr-edly, Grace Jones penned a grating lesson about fame and keeping up with the—Joneses.
Long before many of your favorite pop:
- artists
- starlets
- tarts
and
- divas
…stepped onto the scene, statuesque Grace Jones pulled up to the bumpers of the modeling and music industry with her commanding presence that broke the mold on ever being duplicated—that is, until pop music dominated the scene such that many of our hottest pop artists today [who all] went through a transformation from their normal, obscure selves (and although could carry a note and a stage quite well); it was the image overhaul that officially made them “pop stars.”
But where did they get it?
By whom was it all inspired?”
In her book “I’ll Never Write My Memoir,” along with author Paul Morley, Grace Jones did indeed write something due out on September 24 that’s expected to be something certainly memorable and one for the books—literally.
Although publisher Simon and Schuster bills it as: [“a revealing account of her spectacular career and turbulent life, charting the development of a persona that has made her one of the world’s most recognizable artists,”] according to some excepts pulled from the pages of the memoir the book the pop manual; Jones takes a candid look into the then v. now pop style and stardom where with-she takes it upon a chapter or two to delegate herself the teacher (slash) mom of pop culture pop-lettes [like]: Miley Cyrus, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna (and one given an alter-ego alias “Doris” believed to be Beyonce)…
With this one, who I will call Doris, I thought she was trying on other people’s outfits: she’s a baby in a closet full of other people’s clothes, a little girl playing dress-up, putting on shoes that don’t fit. I could see what she wanted to be when I watched her doing something when she started out that was starker and purer. Deep down, she doesn’t want to do all the dressing-up nonsense; she loses herself inside all the play-acting.
—schooling them all (and all who hail, hover and holler around them) by giving them a reflective look of the real behind the “reel” while too, asserting that all are basically remakes and re-dos consistent styles birthed by her.
And these are my pupils – Gaga, Madonna, Annie Lennox, Katy Perry, Rihanna, Miley, Kanye West, FKA, and… Doris.
Although Jones is aware that she’s years these pop-lette’s senior, having been a veteran in the business and even having recently been invited to collaborate with one of the starlets on “the list” of populettes (to which she declined) Jones is keenly aware that although they may not understand who gave birth to their styles (at begin-transformation of becoming official “pop stars,” she does candidly state the stylist who style them most certainly know who the model and mother of it all served as a template each may have never known but come September 24, mother hen is coming to roast roost with the real.
We’re gonna let Grace Jones tell you in her own words but as a segue, we’ll translate it to yous in short:
“Salute me b/tches.”
On fame, being famous, and a follower of the familial and flocks and how it never was
