I read yesterday that babies born now are likely to live until 125 years old. Yikes what a terrible thought. As humans have become like rats on this planet, digging, taking from it, and squeezing it, I think the thought is repellent. I am not against looking younger, I am against looking older. What is the point of living to a great age, when you cannot run, swim, play the piano, read, write or laugh with friends? I think medicine has become a danger to the planet. I personally shall eat healthily, exercise, write, keep my brain as alive as possible, use botox, contribute to society in whatever way I can, but not prolong my life simply for the ego of living a long time. I feel we should bow down gracefully and let another generation live to fuck it all up, and love the planet, all over again.
Medicine is an amazing thing. It has cured many of my friends who may have died early. I love it for that, for allowing youth to get off the starting point. To cure old age, and have a terrible standard of living would not be attractive to me. Old age is not revered or looked after. To be shoved in a home is cruelty. I am glad my parents died before this became a necessity, albeit I miss them.
On a more cheerful note. I had fun getting ready for the David Furnish Party for Aids, sponsored by Grey Goose Vodka and fully supported by Kevin Spacey. The party was set in Battersea Power station and turned into the South of France. Orange checked table cloths with orange and white flowers.
Columns and pool tables it felt like the real thing. With not a bad table, the place was packed with the sassy and brassy. David Hasselhoff and Tamara Ecclestone were there with my favourite dress designer, the charming Gareth Pugh. (I am receiving a stunning coat of his on Monday hopefully) It was full of life and laughter. I wore my new Agent Provocateur black corset dress, inspired obviously by Dior in the 1950's,with red satin down the back. Jewellery from Erickson and Beamon and my fur coat from Rick Owens. The room was full of new glamour. I looked round the room and with friends and realised that a whole new generation was taking over. New pop groups, new ways of dressing, new thoughts, new socialites. The fact is that close your eyes and open them again you will see everything in a different way. Bob Marley was not playing to the house, but a new band. Marley obviously died years ago and most of his generation have sadly gone the same way. It is nature. It is wonderful, and quite frankly unless we have a guarantee of looking 35 for the rest of our lives, 125 years old is greedy and revoltingly unattractive. I wonder if Elton and David's next baby will live to this terrible age?
Medicine is an amazing thing. It has cured many of my friends who may have died early. I love it for that, for allowing youth to get off the starting point. To cure old age, and have a terrible standard of living would not be attractive to me. Old age is not revered or looked after. To be shoved in a home is cruelty. I am glad my parents died before this became a necessity, albeit I miss them.
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On a more cheerful note. I had fun getting ready for the David Furnish Party for Aids, sponsored by Grey Goose Vodka and fully supported by Kevin Spacey. The party was set in Battersea Power station and turned into the South of France. Orange checked table cloths with orange and white flowers.
Columns and pool tables it felt like the real thing. With not a bad table, the place was packed with the sassy and brassy. David Hasselhoff and Tamara Ecclestone were there with my favourite dress designer, the charming Gareth Pugh. (I am receiving a stunning coat of his on Monday hopefully) It was full of life and laughter. I wore my new Agent Provocateur black corset dress, inspired obviously by Dior in the 1950's,with red satin down the back. Jewellery from Erickson and Beamon and my fur coat from Rick Owens. The room was full of new glamour. I looked round the room and with friends and realised that a whole new generation was taking over. New pop groups, new ways of dressing, new thoughts, new socialites. The fact is that close your eyes and open them again you will see everything in a different way. Bob Marley was not playing to the house, but a new band. Marley obviously died years ago and most of his generation have sadly gone the same way. It is nature. It is wonderful, and quite frankly unless we have a guarantee of looking 35 for the rest of our lives, 125 years old is greedy and revoltingly unattractive. I wonder if Elton and David's next baby will live to this terrible age?
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