For a period in the early 2010s, it was impossible to turn a newspaper page or open any form of social media without seeing the voluptuous eyebrows of Cara Delevingne and, beneath them, her tongue sticking out of her mouth, giving off a manic puppy energy. She’d make gang signs despite growing up in well-heeled Belgravia, and wear beanies at slouchy, Smurf-like angles. Delevingne became a sort of lovable if OTT caricature, one her friend Kate Moss captured perfectly when she dressed as her for Halloween.
This ubiquity wasn’t entirely Delevingne’s fault. What 20-year-old thrust into fame and (even more) fortune would not take advantage of the endless work opportunities, invites and access that came her way? And even more so: we have a media that will see any new thing, especially if that thing is young and female, and hound it, in some cases, to death.
