A protest is in order: sniviling Sao Paulo journalists have take a shot at Karolina Kurkova's backside saying she was too curvy to be atop the Brazil's Fashion Week Catwalk (what? they invented curves for god's sake!!!). Reading that I have only one response. We are insane.  Really, society is sinfully insane.

This morning my lovely, classy and not-too-curvy in all the right places mother sent me over a picture of her and my daughter, something that I took when last in Los Angeles visiting.  Both generations looked in my (and I  am sure everyone else's) eyes wonderful, sparkling. But then the evil hand of the Digital Demon got into my mother's brain and she - oh god forgive me for saying so - photoshopped herself!!! The horror! The shame!

She doesn't need it. And honestly, nor does society need another impossibly perfect picture of someone.  But she doesn't want any long term memories of aging and thus, her skin is purged.

30 years back, when my dad (who is a photographer) sat in his darkroom and painstakingly - painter's brush in hand - smoothed out the geometry of lines and circles on his client's head shots, I saw the process as art.  Way before the days of the artistic licensing of airbrushing and the latter fake flattery of Photoshop, the sable tip brush aimed to embellish, not erase.  It was the loving touch to lighting and character, which combined made the best pictures of all.

Now, mouse in hand, we are cursed with the curser.

Is it society that demands us to distort ourselves or is it a demon?