She 
          had remarkable 
          eyes. Clear powder blue with a touch of melancholy. They were not quite 
          innocent yet not piercingly knowing or wise. 
        To 
          the public, Diana Princess of Wales, was a princess of the fairy tale 
          variety, the object of every projection, male and female alike. In private 
          she was a tortured soul struggling with many demons. Her public life 
          was a constant round of duty and paparazzi. 
        She 
          became the spokeswoman for the movement to ban landmines. There is a 
          classic photo of her with a black African child whose one leg had been 
          blown off by a left over land mine. Hounded and abused by the press 
          and the royal family, it seemed only a matter of time before she would 
          be driven to self-destruction. 
        Despite 
          her privileged social status one could not help but feel certain empathy 
          for her. But she was different.
        When 
          she was killed in the awful crash in the tunnel in Paris running from 
          the media eye, the outpouring of grief was stupendous. There had never 
          been anything like it before, or since, to match the public display 
          of raw emotion. It was epic in and of itself. The death of a real live 
          fairy tale princess was apparently very hard to receive. 
        When 
          she died I had just begun to develop the Ex Libris idea. I came across 
          Susan Howatch pulp novel The Rich are Different in a used bookstore. 
          I thought the title quite apt bringing a double reference to the fact 
          that Diana was rich and lived the lifestyle of the rich and famous and 
          to the infamously misquoted quote between Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott 
          Fitzgerald. 
        Looking 
          through the viewer you see directly in front of you and to the left, 
          a hand reflected in the mirror representing the royal "wave". 
          More to the centre a black doll with one leg is the boy from Diana's 
          involvement with the anti-mine movement. In the far right corner in 
          the background is the red doll of her demons. The light coming through 
          the mirror on the left is the flash of paparazzi cameras. On the ceiling 
          are the words The Rich. Above the words are her lips. And finally in 
          the background are her pale blue fairly tale princess eyes. Di's Eyes.