Fair warning: I'm feeling shallow today.
Anyway, I stumbled across this deeply disturbing pair of photos yesterday.
First, Duran Duran at the height of their fame, circa 1983:
Pretty scrumptious. I know that John was the designated heart-throb, but I was always partial to Roger. Poor Roger, who couldn't handle the demands of teeny-bop stardom, went mental, and had to leave the band. He had those pouty lips and the New Wave Elvis pompadour. Plus, I had a thing for short guys.
I also liked Nick, because he wore the most make-up.
Now, here's a shot of the group from 2007. Brace yourself, it's not a pretty sight.
John Taylor's long history of cocaine addiction is well known, so I'm not surprised to see him look like hell. Simon was always weird looking, so whatever. Roger looks like Mickey Rourke's slightly less hideous alcoholic brother. Sad, but not horrifying. (Andy Taylor is out of the group. Again.)
But what the hell is up with Nick Rhodes? He appears to be squashed down on himself, accordion-style. Worse yet, he looks like Phil Spector, and that's just damn creepy.
Despite how wrung out they appear, I'm looking forward to hearing Duran Duran's new single, because modern day hottie Justin Timberlake produced it.
I just hope JT took a good look at those bloated, blotchy faces and ripped up his coke dealer's phone number.