Tracey Emin at the BAFTAs
I’ve always had a tough time warming to Tracey Emin. I think it’s because a lot of her work has been so, for want of a better term, anti-feminine. Because she’s been tough, rather than girly; hard, rather than soft. …
I’ve always had a tough time warming to Tracey Emin. I think it’s because a lot of her work has been so, for want of a better term, anti-feminine. Because she’s been tough, rather than girly; hard, rather than soft. She’s always seemed to me to be the kind of woman who’d be low on sympathy, and high on self-analysis. And maybe that’s right – but then I read Lynn Barber’s interview with her in the Sunday Times magazine of May 8th, and I changed my mind.
“The truth is, I just don’t want to get hurt any more. Living without affection is very hard but it’s far better than feeling hurt and demoralised and losing faith.”
That’s Emin, on love and relationships and living – and working – alone. And my own hard exterior melted just a little bit.
And here she is at the BAFTAs, looking really quite lovely. (Do you think our collective problem accepting Emin as a woman – because heaven knows she’s not described in the same glowing terms as other female names – is that she’s not beautiful in a mainstream way? There’s something a little bit Frida Kahlo about her, and I just don’t think that’s how we like our women, even now, today, in an era of enlightenment and acceptance.)
PS Sorry I stayed away so long. I have giveaways over the next few days as some kind of consolation, and I’ll also be thrilling you 24/7 with celebrity fashion (as above!), new high street looks and pithy swipes at male GAA stars, if you’re lucky.