Lady Di-Ten Years After
Usually when an event of large magnitude happens you remember where you were at the moment it did. When the Mameyes tragedy struck Puerto Rico in 1985, I was sleeping like only a 13 year old could. When the Challenger exploded, I was home watching some show named El Show Del Mediodia because I pretended to be sick and stayed away from school. On September 11, 2001, I was sleeping on the family room’s sofa when my brother woke me up because, and I quote him “a small airplane seems to have hit the World Trade Center”. When Lady Di passed away? I was in a nude bar enjoying professional women’s crotches as they happily posed for me as long as I paid a buck or two.
After leaving the bar, me and my friends happily went about ourselves, living up life, driving fast as adrenaline pumped our blood, me probably shouting one of my favorite phrases: “Yeah, we are gonna die! I wanna die tonight! Sit with the Devil and have dinner and get his autograph!”
Which is why it hit me so bad when we heard the news later on, after getting back home. Just as we were speeding and, like I said, living life, our greatest Princess of all time, Princess Diana of Wales, had lost her life in a car accident that was attributed to speed, but which, in retrospective, was an accident that happened in less clear but seemingly darker circumstances. When we lost our Lady, we lost more than just a title Princess, which she wasn’t anymore but in our hearts she was. We lost a real Princess whose heart was warm and kind, unlike say, Princes Anne who is so cold she should have been named Stone Cold Steve Austin instead. Princess Diana had the guts to walk around places where landmines existed and she had the humility to talk to, and touch, children who lived in extreme poverty around the world, at the same time, touching their hearts. Due to circumstances, she was somewhat separated from her two sons but was always as close as she could be to them.
Of course there was the scandals, the cheating and the gossip-another reason why we loved Lady Di-, but if you have a dork of a husband who chooses a horse named Camilla over you, wouldn’t you do the same? Besides, let’s admit it, I would have done the line to try to help Lady Di cheat on the-God help the British-future King of England. Then there is that good, or bad depending on what you think, attempt to make the Queen Elizabeth II look like a suffered saint in that movie, The Queen, a good cinematic piece by the way, when we all know she did not shead a tear nor care about Lady Di’s passing. If anything, it looks more and more everyday to me like the royals wanted her dead for whatever the reason.
When Lady Di passed away, we also lost a fashion icon. God bless Sarah, Cynthia, Kirsten and Kim for picking up the slack soon enough, in 1998 with Sex and The City, but it took four ladies to substitute Lady Di as the fashion icon of her era.
Almost always unmistakenly favoring British designers, she brought people like Bruce Oldfeld, Amanda Wakeley, Catherine Walker and Arabella Pollen to the world stage. Whether dressed in White, Blue, Red or Pink, she was always radiant. Blue toned outfits highlighted her eyes, White was good all around for her already beautiful face, Red made her hair shine and Pink highlighted her personality: soft and feminine, but not lame nor completely passive.
Later on, Princess Diana, the Princess of our hearts, started wearing LaCroix, Ungaro, Versace and others of the like. Can you imagine having Paris Hilton call you and ask you to wear that outfit you made a few eeks ago? That’s what Lady Di made these fine designer people feel, but about 100 times over.
The thing about Lady Di is that her taste crossed the pond into that mighty, all important world of the United States of America. She made hip hip before the word hip was even known. Thanks to her we had women wear short hairdo’s, many of them honoring their fashion icon with their looks, others looking more like a bad imitation of her much like the cheap Barbie imitation dolls you see at dollar stores. And then, everyone started buying the imitation Lady Di outfits off the racks of stores worldwide.
That’s without mentioning the suits she wore later on in life. It seems that she made the outfit, as opposed to the outfit making her. But the thing is none of her clothes needed her, because they wre always fabulous regardless.
I suspect somewhere in Heaven Lady Di is still the icon of fashion. And male angels are still lining up for a “private meeting” with her.
Rest in Peace, my Lady Di.
POSTED BY: Antonio Santiago
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