Posted: September 16th, 2014 | Author: Chérie | Filed under: breast cancer, mastectomy, Uncategorized | Tags: breast cancer, mastectomy, mastectomy scars, Modern Woman, Personal P.INK | No Comments »
The 2014 Fall/Winter issue of Modern Woman hasn’t even hit the public shelves yet and already, some very interesting conversations have begun — in regard to my participation in an article in that issue. It will focus on what some of us breast cancer survivors have been experiencing. My contribution was an interview about my mastectomy tattooing experience, gifted by Personal P.INK, and, some tasteful photographs of them. Some of these conversations proved for me to be perceived as being a firebrand in nature, and some, apparently, on the rabble-rouser side of things.
I’ve always said, “It’s often not what you know, but, who you know that matters.” And, when I find myself impassioned about something, in the name of networking, I’ll gladly repeat my impassioned schtick — because, “you never know who knows who.”
I guess that makes me a firebrand … “a person who is passionate about a particular cause, typically inciting change and taking radical action.”
Before the photo shoot began, the photographer, Brad Clift, asked me a few questions about my breast cancer and my tattoos. I gladly told him a boiled-down version about my breast cancer and how much the mastectomy tattoos have changed my life. And, especially about how excited I was that we survivors were going to be heard from on a national platform.
Throughout the respectful photo shoot there was a good amount of chatter and banter amongst my family, Annie (my stylist), and Brad. It made for one of the scariest purposeful-actions in my life, so far, to be as comfortable as possible.
Something about that photo shoot apparently moved Brad. After he submitted the photographs to the magazine, he wrote me a very touching email. In it he said he was now a “believer and a convert” — as to what P.INK stood for and was doing for us survivors.
Brad requested to be put in touch with my tattoo artist, Shannon, who owns/operates Indigo Rose Tattoo Studio, and, with the folks at Personal P.INK … Because, Brad not only wants to contribute his professional services on a P.INK Day, he also wants to put P.INK in touch with several major magazine contacts he has! Pronto too!
I hope everything falls into place for Brad, P.INK, and his connections, to sync up for the “2014 2nd Annual P.INK Day.”
Last night, Brad and I got to have a nice uninterrupted 45-minute phone conversation. He asked more questions and I shared more details. Mostly about why us survivors need to be heard from — for morale and remaining medical issues. What the medical community desperately needs to get up to speed on, in regard to our post-breast reconstruction needs. Why tattooing should be a medically covered option, and procedure, when it comes to nipple and areola tattooing; and, mastectomy scar tattooing.
Suffice it to say, I think all of these various firebrand conversations going on will help the survivor community’s need to be heard from.
I guess there’s a thin line to dance upon, when it comes to being perceived as a firebrand, an activist, or a rabble-rouser, a trouble maker.
A firebrand … “a person who is passionate about a particular cause, typically inciting change and taking radical action.”
A rabble-rouser … “a person who speaks with the intention of inflaming the emotions of a crowd of people.”
People sometimes joke off, usually with a thread of their perceived truth, that which they’re uncomfortable about. And sometimes, it can unintentionally come across as being mean-spirited. Amongst the conservative slice of my inner-circle’s demographics, this unintentionally happened.
“Wow, Chérie could be a porn star!” … “Here comes the porn star!” … “No matter how much of an activist you perceive yourself to be, to most folks you’re just gonna be a gal who bared her breasts for a magazine.” … “Well, if it isn’t the porn star!”
I’ve patiently donned my “Firebrand Boots” and calmly pointed out how speaking to me, and about me (as being a porn star), planted an extremely negative seed in other people’s minds (who are dear to me) that heard those words — regardless of it being intended as a joke.
It is a blessing to be respected and loved within my inner-circle. The unintentional negative jokes have stopped.
As for the public? If and when the negative jokes might happen, I’ll just take it on the chin. Can’t chase down ‘n set straight everybody ‘n their 3rd cousin.
So … Rabble-rouser. Firebrand. Either way, I’m at peace. The path I consciously chose to walk will have at least gotten someone to stop and think — even if for a few seconds.
Posted: September 4th, 2014 | Author: Chérie | Filed under: breast cancer, mastectomy, Uncategorized | Tags: 15 minutes of fame, Andy Warhol, breast cancer, breast cancer survivor, mastectomy, mastectomy scars, Modern Woman, P.INK, Personal P.INK, tattoos, underneath beauty, USA Today | No Comments »
Andy Warhol once said, “In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.” The quote supposedly came about from a conversation with photographer, Nat Finkelstein, during a photo shoot. In 1966, Andy was posing for a book that Nat was working on at the time. “A crowd gathered trying to get into the pictures and Warhol supposedly remarked that everyone wants to be famous, to which Finkelstein replied, “Yeah, for about fifteen minutes, Andy.”
In 1968 Warhol immortalized that satirical quip into one of his art shows at the Moderna Museet. It was meant as a statement about how fleeting the nature of fame would become within pop-culture.
In today’s global social media culture, it seems Andy’s and Nat’s satire has been twisted, forgotten. Now people will go to great lengths to grab 15 minutes worth of fame. As if fame actually means something. Too often, too quickly, we see these people stoop to disparaging behavior in attempts to try and hang onto it.
In today’s social media culture of “adore ‘um up, chew ‘um up, spit ‘um out” I am going to satirically state the following:
“You can now go from fame to infamy
in 5.7 minutes flat.” ~ Chérie
What seems like many lifetimes ago, I was deeply immersed in the culture of professional musicians. I was married to a rather popular, and extremely talented, blues guitarist. He was well-known across the state we lived in at the time, and, in the Nordic regions of Europe. At home, there was rarely a time we could go out in public and not be approached by someone that recognized him.
When I left that limelight culture, I did so with many invaluable life-lessons … One of which was,
“Fame means something, and yet in the exact same nanosecond,
it means absolutely nothing.” ~ Chérie
A few months ago Personal P.INK asked if I would be willing to share my P.INK story of my mastectomy tattoos done in NYC in 2013 by Beloved Shannon of Indigo Rose Tattoo Studio from SC. And, be professionally photographed by Bradley E. Clift for the 2014 Fall/Winter issue in USA TODAY’s magazine, Modern Woman.
“Modern Woman” Fall/Winter 2012
The journalist wanted to do something different during what is now the ‘breast cancer awareness month’ of October. She wanted to focus on survivors. It seems we are rarely focused upon.
Sharing my tattoo story was one thing. But posing for intimate photographs of my mastectomy tattoos, my breasts, to prospectively been seen by 2.7 million people? That gave cause for some deep consideration.
Here is why I agreed to be photographed:
If the tasteful photographs inspire just one mastectomy scarred woman, a survivor, who is just like I was — “I’m really not a tattoo kind of person. I don’t have anything against them, they’re just not me.”
If my being willing to follow in P.INK’s founder, Molly’s, “Maverick Boots” path inspires a survivor to say, “Hey, I can do that too! I can get a beautiful “forever bra” tattooed over my mastectomy scars!”
If that one survivor then follows through and reclaims her “underneath beauty” too? As a breast cancer survivor myself, I will have just started to pay forward the treasure of tattooed ‘underneath beauty’ that was so freely gifted to me by P.INK.
The fickle nature of limelight flickers will have been worth every nerve-wracking moment. The moments of thinking this through and the photography session itself. These photographs are now forever a part of my reputation, my life, my legacy … even long after my corporeal existence is gone. That means something.
Being in the limelight can come with privileges, but it also comes with responsibilities — especially in a potentially controversial situation that these photographs may well create. Believe it not, I’ve already experienced some mean-spirited negativity from a few women in regard to my tattoos.
As to “fame,” my past experience has been that because a stranger might be familiar with your image, they can often unintentionally be too familiar in their behavior with you. They may barge into an intimate dinner. Or, passionately voice their opposing opinion(s) — anywhere at any time. There becomes a personal responsibility as to how you conduct yourself in public.
And, one must be careful to remain grounded. Don’t believe what is said about you in the mass media — good or bad. Refrain from getting caught up in the accolades. Keep yourself humble.
“Bless her heart!”
I didn’t participate in this project to be in the limelight … I honestly was just attempting to step up to the survivor plate and pay my survivor tattoo gift forward.
This blog article is to officially explain what went into my deciding to agree to doing the photographs for the Modern Woman magazine.
But as I stated earlier … Fame means something, yet in the exact same nanosecond, it means absolutely nothing.
So, as the limelight flickers, I pray I won’t end up a “Bless Her Heart” case. You know, one of those gals that parades around, envisioning herself to be a gracefully aging super model – But in reality, nobody has the heart to tell her she really looks like Jay Leno … in drag.
“Bless her heart!”
Posted: August 29th, 2014 | Author: Chérie | Filed under: Uncategorized | No Comments »
As for how the photo shoot went … Allow me to repeat the following from yesterday’s Facebook post …
Phew! If anybody out there thinks that modeling is NOT hard work? You are stark-lunatic-uninformed-crazy!
Thank you so much to Personal Ink – P.INK for asking me to be a part this adventure! Wow. Just wow.
And, beyond thank you to Annie, my hairdresser … Thank you for doing such a fabulous job on my makeup, hair and for your styling advice and assistance. You were fabulous! The photographer, Bradley E. Clift, was really nice and fun to work with. My dad even helped too! That was funny.
Just got an email from the magazine this evening. They said the photos look great! I’m so relieved. I haven’t seen them yet. Since last night when the photo shoot was done, there has been a part of me that’s been holding my breath … Waiting to hear some polite excuse as to why they couldn’t use the photos … Because they saw what I feared, that I looked like Jay Leno in drag!
Whenever you see a modeling photograph in a magazine — know that it took a team of professionals to make that one photograph look effortless. So, please, allow me to shoot off some thank yous.
Thank you, Annie, for hair and makeup so expertly done — but that’s an “as always” when it comes to you. And, it was so delightful to get to ask for help and receive it with a smile. It was really nice to have you there as a professional, and, as a supportive friend. Poor Annie though, spent most of the photo shoot sitting on a dining room chair in the master bathroom. Pretty sure Brad got a shot of her like that too. Can’t wait to see it.
Thank you Brad for being so calm, respectful and professional. You made taking a huge step into a “point of no return” a lot of fun. Really looking forward to seeing the magic you’ve spun.
And, a thank you to my folks. They so graciously opened their home for us to do the photo shoot at. Hopefully we put everything back that we moved around. What a whirlwind we were!
My dad even helped. He actually held a light reflector shield for the photographer. He quietly held it while I stood there — getting photographs taken of my tattooed breasts for a national magazine. I pointed out that it was kinda weird to have my dad standing there. He joked that he felt like a pimp doing it. I retorted, “I’m not getting paid, so you can’t be a pimp.” He chuckled and said something like, “Oh good. That makes it all better then.” We all laughed and went on with shooting.
And, again, thank you Personal P.INK for allowing me to be a part of your cause. It’s been a humbling honor to pay it forward. You truly have given us survivors an invaluable gift.
Oh, but I have a feeling my biggest thank you might end up going to Photoshop!