Shu went to that X Mountain, anyway, in Shunyi, I don't know if it was Huairou, a place far away from Beijing. It seemed like it was freezing cold at night.
Every one saw the beauty. No one saw the pain.
Supermodels, drugs, AIDS, childhood, alcohol, sex, homosexuality. She said that she was supposed to be the lead singer of a rock band, but unfortunately she couldn't sing. They said she was like a PIGGY DOG and kept calling LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME.
Her name is GIA, she has no last name, just GIA.
Michael Cristofer paints her story in a bewildering and heartbreaking style. It traces the tragic life of supermodel GIA from her rise at the age of 18 to her fall at the age of 26.
She was born in Pennsylvania and grew up under the shadow of her parents' abuse. She moved to New York in 1977 to become a model. With the support of a middle-aged woman's agent, she gradually jumped into the "MENTROPOLITAN" and "VOGUE" magazines. The cover, as well as the advertisement of the brand-name clothing VERSACE, became the darling of the times.
In the conservative 1970s, her special temperament style was captivating and quickly swept the world. However, her burgeoning reputation forced GIA to find another way out, and she chose drugs. Her hard-earned achievements fell into a dark abyss, and finally, in 1986, she died of AIDS at the age of 26, one of the first women in the United States to die of AIDS.
She has been trying to find someone to love her in those days, but she ended up dying alone.
Maybe death is the real release.
Don't know if love really happened to GIA. She said the woman was the only one who got her heart. But isn't it because she is a child who is afraid of cold after all, a lonely angel after all, who is loved too little and too little after all? Beauty is just a tool in the hands of others and an epitaph in the mouth.
This princess and pearl in the fashion world 30 years ago, how many people still remember her beauty and sadness. After the moment of youth has fallen into the sky, who will remember the soul-stirring rebellion and unrestrainedness under the neon light that summer. Instead of letting beauty wash and fade with time, it is better to use this extreme frivolity to tell the loneliness of a girl who is afraid of cold.
We have lost so much, what are we afraid of losing? Since the loss of our mother's warm womb, we should declare to the world that we are impregnable and invincible.
I said, I want to hug you.
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