Dakota Fanning is the most recent child starlet, a flaxen pedophile favorite and supporting star in Spielberg’s recent War of the Worlds (a film cursed with an unfocused Williams score that Stickypig aptly anthropomorphized as a “drunken, lumbering fat man”). She has recently become trendy with high fashion photographers.
I find her possessed of a pretty face and comportment, but bereft of that demonic charm, that penetrating intelligence, that truly arresting little girls carry about them like a swarm of carrion flies. She has a cardboard quality to her, and is most definitely not a nymphet.
Nevertheless, high fashion photography of child models is often fascinating. This is owing either to the frank candor of models not yet schooled in the slouch-and-pout, or perversely, to their mastery of that very thing. It is unheimlich, sometimes beautiful, to see tiny children copping perfect Kate Moss moues.
Dakota Fanning in Vanity Fair January 2007 [Foto Decadent]
