I consider this site an “oddities” blog, and I find few things as odd as the plastic, alarmingly precocious world of child beauty pageants.
Susan Anderson has a new exhibit at the Kopeikin Gallery featuring these mini beauty queens.

From the author bio:
High Glitz, is shot on location at several of America’s child beauty pageants. Setting up her studio amidst the colorful spectacle, she captures the young girls at the height of their performance. Hours of preparation are spent on each child’s appearance, and her camera records it all in graphic detail. Children’s pageants are a fascinating subculture, but more than anything they represent a strange microcosm of America itself. Our own values of beauty, success and glamour reflected in the dreams of thousands of young girls

I find myself struggling through a very strong reaction when I look at these photos. Childhood is the one time in life that should be (relatively) simple. Sometimes I long for the days before the dawn of self-consciousness, when I would never consider things like makeup or extravagant hairdos. The business of being a “woman” was far off on a distant horizon.

What unnerves me most of all is the vague sense of discomfort that seems to lurk beneath the phony smiles and “flippers” (prosthetic teeth designed especially to give small children that Hollywood smile).

Perhaps I’m highly misinformed and I’ll allow for that possibility. I can’t get myself to research the topic of child pageants (or watch those horrendous reality shows) for fear of breaking down in tears at the sight of lost innocence, extreme pressure, and of course…a very unnatural sexualization.
No one could pay me enough to do this to a grade school child:


To me, these poor creatures seem lost in space and time; children with adulthood painted on. They must suppress all the natural movements, drives and freedom of childhood for the sake of frozen expressions and perfect posture.

Sure, I loved to play dress-up as a kid (still do!). But it was all about imagination and fun. In these pageants, I never know where the will of the child begins and ends…perhaps the children themselves don’t even know.
See more from the photo exhibit here.
Or visit the photographer’s website.
Found here