This is what Charlotte writes.

10.04.07

Snap snap snap flashbulbs pop in time to the pounding techno. In between the bursts of light anorexic teenaged models stalk to runway. Step step step. Stop. Pose. Turn. They are expressionless, their eyes glued on an invisible horizon. We stare at them, eating them with our eyes. Later, in magazines and blogs we’ll purge our feast. Welcome to bulimia. But it’s not the girls we’re watching, really. A few supermodels catch notice but otherwise it’s their clothes that fascinate us. Cuts and colours, scrunched and stiff. All searching for something new. Some walk the thin line between genius and absurdity but some stray and we shake our heads. Maybe someday views will change but for now it means they’re over. Life moves fast and if you don’t keep up we’ll toss you aside like last year’s Marc by Marc Jacobs bag that everyone just had to have but now won’t be caught dead with. It’s a tough world and will hurt you if you let it. Don’t. Be like the rest of us and hide behind the glamour. Put the stars in their eyes and don’t let them see how you’re falling apart. Loose buttons can always be resewn. Appearances are all that matters.