Yrma in Mozambique: Sister Doesn't Disappoint! The Pricey Canon Camera Made Its Apearance in Mozambique Afterall!

As predicted, get ready for a future vernissage in Copenhagen of Madam MoreMore's photographs of The Brown Poors! Although a tussle could be in the works between Madam who would not deign to sell her photos and the Danish charity which would be brought in to sponsor such a show (read: pay for the gallery rental and champagne) for some proceeds. I can see Mary not thinking that the smelly masses aren't worthy of her "art", all the while realising in a wee back part of her brain that her "art" is crap and patronising and the height of the ugliness of white privilege. No, Mary thinks her days of selling herself are over. Ha! Might actually be a good nest egg to build up for the future divorcée that she will supplement with more Aussie product promotion (after Huggies, Dulux Paints, Jetstar, etc.)!

What a cringeworthy sight for both the Danish guests (well, some of them - there are other shutterbugs in their group) and the locals who are obliged to entertain these "off-duty" idiots. Mary's so transparent - how else to get the recording photographer to notice you except to dress as if she were shy and retiring in front of the camera. Hat, sunnies, check. Full-on Garbo gets the shutter clicking every time and Mary knows it.

How grostesque and colonial does Mary look, dragging her court and charity aides along with her, ready to be entertained by the locals. "Dance! Dance!" Shades of Leni Reifenstal in The Last of the Nuba (and beyond, chillingly)! These Danes are from the tip of society in one of the most wealthy and developed and civilised countries in the world, and here they are, allowing themselves to be fawned by the poor locals on a non-essential side-jaunt of their trip. It's all forced, unnatural and not spontaneous. How inappropriate and self-centred for Mary to parade around in her ridiculous get-up with a long lens camera ready to go (not to mention quite a padded bra). She doesn't even really bother to make sincere eye contact, relaxed body language or show human decency; she can't reciprocate the kind tolerance that her hosts show her. No, she just plasters on a fake smile, claps at people she thinks are silly and funny with their jumpy dancing, then leaves with a few key shots to entertain the masses generate more publicity for herself back home. This is how Madam sees poor, brown people: for entertainment purposes and to record, so that people back home can fawn over her just as Africans, in their infinite patience and kindness, must do for the visiting "princess". That is called using people without seeing their humanity. Most un-royal, Mary!

Yrma in Mozambique, Day Four: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

"Hahahahahaha. Hahahahaha. Hahahaha. Hopefully that's enough laughing for them to think me sincere."

 

 

 Oh, to be a fly on the wall for thissie. Madam at a talk about sexual rights. Good topic, good group, but who was the advisor who thought that a former Potts Point good-time gal who snagged Queen Ingrid's rubies with her fellating skills and popped out several meal ticket babies she doesn't seem to give a rat's about is the right person to speak honestly about setting boundaries with regards to one's body and choosing herself before a boy?



Photos: Torkil Adsersen/Scanpix 2012

Yrma in Mozambique, Day Three: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

"You should try having four - or more. Your husband will be forced to stay with you!"

 

 

Weighing cute little chocolate babies must certainly be fun, but how is over-acting with children and meeting a bunch of doctors going to really change things? Tell me. Really. I need to know because this visit has the potential of doing good, but really just looks like every other vanity project. At least Madam hasn't pulled out the point-and-shoot camera. Yet.

 

 

 

 

 

Photos: Torkil Adsersen/Scanpix 2012

Yrma in Mozambique, Day Two: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

"I so cute!"

 

 

So, more of this happened. Still don't know what good Mary's visit is doing. She looks ordinary. She is not connecting to people, she is physically uncomfortable in the company of others. She is just clapping and trying not to touch. That is her Achilles heel and the reason why she will never be like Diana, or even make much of a difference. Her head isn't in the game, it's always thinking about a sexy new dress or how her hair looks or what angle the camera is catching her holding her head at. Next.

 

 

Photos: Torkil Adsersen/Scanpix 2012, Hanne Juul