I’ve always felt that to be truly, truly iconic, you should be able to be reduced to cartoon form and still be instantly recognizable. That means that your look – and your essence – is so pure that it’s capable of being transmitted by a pencil sketch. That’s marketability. That’s when you have “IT.” Jayne Mansfield understood that. Amy Winehouse understood that. So does Anna Wintour. I mean, for Christ’s sake, the woman already looks like the muppet version of herself. And yet, THAT’S what makes her so legendary. You can reduce that hair and those glasses and that teeny-tiny little mouse face into a doodle and still know who it is. Just look at this picture. She’s RIVETING. Look at how she’s pursing those lips and flaring those nostrils. I mean, this is a woman who probably can’t move many muscles in her face, but she knows she has to give SOMETHING for the cameras. It’s breathtaking to behold. There’s a marvelous gallery over at HuffPo of Anna in various outfits enjoying tennis matches. It’s her passion. Mine is looking at her.
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