so today we have a beautiful lady in our photo and she is indeed captivating but that is not the reason i shared this with you, nope, look at her shape more importantly look at that super tiny waist! how tiny is that?
the lady in the photo was quite famous in her time, she was a singer, a performer, actress i searched for more information on her and this was all i could find
Polaire, meaning pole star – was the stage name used by French singer and actress ÉmilieMarie Bouchaud (May 14, 1874 – October 14, 1939).
she was also at one point the holder of the title of worlds smallest waist, Polaire was the world record holder prior to Ethel Granger, claiming a measurement of 14 inches, although that may have been just once, for an instance, wearing a tight belt
(just under 16 inches was probably her true size. A -popular singer of the time she travelled well
according to the information she enjoyed a two month visit in new york where it was said: “her waist was hardly more than a good span“
born in algiers may 14 1874, her father was algerian and her mother from Clamecy she originally had eleven siblings only four of all the children would survive infancy
she lost her father when she was five and left to live with her grandmother but she ran back to be with her mum in paris. Her brother had already some local fame in paris as an entertainer and it was through him that she got her first break, she was around the age of seventeen and her first job was as a cafe singer.
throughout her life she was to appear in many venues on stage in theaters and in silent films, she was lucky to remain popular for a long time, even then the world of fashion was as fickle as it is now.
what seems sad to me is hat then as much as now her fame rested on her appearance and not her talent. Throughout her career Polaire was skilled in using her appearance to attract attention. In her early days as a café singer in the 1890s she wore very short skirts and also cropped her hair, many leading newspapers of the day who carried a review of her spoke of her beautiful face or her pale golden skin they always spoke of her tiny waist which at 14 inches was probably to be expected rarely do they mention her talents or those skills she had were mentioned only in passing
Talk of her figure and her lavish overdressing in fur coats and dazzling jewels preceded her appearances wherever she went. Jean Lorrain said of her:
Polaire! The agitating and agitated Polaire! The tiny slip of a woman that you know, with the waist slender to the point of pain, of screaming out loud, of breaking in two, in a spasmically tight bodice, the prettiest slimness … And, under the aureole of an extravagant masher’s hat, orange and plumed with iris leaves, the great voracious mouth, the immense black eyes, ringed, bruised, discoloured, the incandescence of her pupils, the bewildered nocturnal hair, the phosphorus, the sulphur, the red pepper of that ghoulish, Salome-like face, the agitating and agitated Polaire!
What a devilish mimic, what a coffee-mill and what a belly-dancer! Yellow skirt tucked high, gloved in open-work stockings, Polaire skips, flutters, wriggles, arches from the hips, the back, the belly, mimes every kind of shock, twists, coils, rears, twirls…trembling like a stuck wasp, miaows, faints to what music and what words! The house, frozen with stupor, forgets to applaud.
source Jean Lorrain (1936). La Ville Empoisonnée.
even more sadly her life toward the end was a chilling show of how the public move on to the happening thing, Polaire’s finances suffered from a series of actions by the French tax authorities and she struggled to find stage or screen roles as she aged. She may have suffered from depression. She died in 1939, at age sixty-five, in Champigny-sur-Marne, Val-de-Marne, France. Her body was buried at the Cimetière du Centre, in the eastern Paris suburb of Champigny-sur-Marne
a beautiful woman she worked hard all her life and ruined her body to near mutilation with s tightly laced corsets and yet as is is often with those who go into the entertainment profession after all the years of hard work they are cast aside while the audience ogles the next cute thing, How many people over the years have given all of themselves to their work to die old and lonely and with next to no money. i think these days they should be watchdog committees or action groups or whatever it takes for those who find fame and then loose it, not everyone is strong, not everyone knows how to manage finances, not many know how to resist the lure of drugs or alcohol. People argue they chose the career so therefore it is their problem but i do not agree how many times in your life have you made a decision only for it to turn out to be absolutely nothing like you imagined? i think parenthood is possibly one of the best scenarios in this case how many women have a tiny baby and then find the next sixteen years to be nowhere near the expectations? Fame is such a difficult lifestyle and those that live it will tell you that while they have the money and the adoration of the public the stress of having it all disappear or the idea of losing your privacy or even just the idea of not being able to walk the down the street without being heckled in any way, does the benefits really outweigh the price? and for those who go into it so young remember our lovely Polaire here was seventeen when she first started a young age indeed and so what life experience can anyone have at such a young age to cope with the idea of fame the rise and then the crash? and after the crash what career options do they have? well i hope there is some one there to help to guide and to comfort, often there isn’t and often they don’t feel like they can trust anyone and who can blame them?
so there you go you have now met my lovely Polaire she was beautiful she was a singer and she had a teeny tiny waist and oh and at one point a pig with a diamond collar ^_^
have a super day everyone
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