eyes. Clear powder blue with a touch of melancholy. They were not quite
innocent yet not piercingly knowing or wise.
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.
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.
her privileged social status one could not help but feel certain empathy
for her. But she was different.
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.
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
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.