In desolate Ventnor on the south coast of the Isle of Wight, alongside ‘antique’ shops selling yellowed and scratched plastic buckets and broken digital clocks, there is a hairdresser with a fascia board that elegiacally proclaims ‘Beauty’. The world’s largest cosmetics business runs a global campaign with the strapline ‘Defining Beauty’ in pursuit of mascara and depilatory cream sales. Meanwhile, popular culture is deeply conflicted on the matter. Fitness cults and sun fetishes suggest near universal yearning for an idealised — and therefore unattainable — human form and brown coloration, but at the same time street culture, with its confrontational raggedness and disorder, its destructured style, its refusal of the smooth and unthreatening neatness that Edmund Burke claimed to be ‘beautiful’, is in flight from the polite.
It is even happening in industry, where the democratisation of beauty has been the chief sales tool for nearly a century. At Renault in Paris, the chef du design, Patrick Le Quément, has developed an aesthetic signature that he knows consumers find challenging.
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