In the intervening years, Britney’s evolution – as a musician, and a woman navigating her 30s – has stalled. The chaos produced her best album: Blackout, an elusive, abrasive pop wasteland.īut this is where Britney’s growth in the public eye ends, with her 2008 breakdown and the institution of the conservatorship that has restricted her life for the past 13 years, run by her father Jamie. When Britney asked a Los Angeles hairdresser to shave her head, the stylist refused and tried to talk her out of it – perhaps conscious she could be done for vandalising property – so Britney did it herself. She started to seem bracingly real to her younger followers again: a nice girl out of bounds, embodying the ultimate transgression, destruction of her potential, her beauty, her capital no longer concealing her damage. She didn’t seem to care she seemed energised by the revulsion, or at least intuited that it was the only form of agency she had as paparazzi swarmed and pearls were clutched it also seems quite possible that she was experiencing mental health issues. That life change would rattle anyone’s foundations, let alone Britney, left ill-equipped for the realities of womanhood after being used to perpetuate the myth of how the American girl should age, incrementally unfolding her nubility to exploit maximum commercial gain from each tantalising stage.īy 2007, Britney was off-script. She filed for divorce two months after the latter’s birth. Her second produced two children in 12 months. Her first marriage, a Vegas do, was annulled after 55 hours, a mess safely cauterised. She married young – as some have pointed out, not unusual for a working-class girl from the south. Like any inexperienced reveller, she slipped, and her transgressions were magnified against her stage-managed pop evolution by a brutal media. How she lived as a young woman in her mid-20s was clearly at odds with the tidy, sellable record-label ideal: a little reckless, her clothes and makeup party-rumpled as she finally enjoyed the freedom she had been denied as a hothoused teenage pop star. But certainly by the time we reached the age she was when she debuted, the seams had started to show. She was my first example of pop’s potential for reinvention, and she was intoxicating: I remember first hearing Oops …! in a Tesco car park with the same lightning-strike wonder many fiftysomethings felt seeing Bowie doing Starman on Top of the Pops. Now off to party– Britney style.Britney Spears in the video for … Baby One More Time. I hope you’ve LOVED all my Hallomonth looks as much as I have. I’ve actually been blasting this whole album ALL month long (it’s LITERALLY the best Britney album she’s made right?!) as I’ve always known from the start of me coming up with my #Hallomonth looks that THIS was for sure on the top of the list… and the one that I was going to launch as my final and official “Halloween” costume.īritney is such an icon and every music video she’s done has truly been a masterpiece and work of art from dance moves to costume design, so I knew I could never go wrong with a classic Britney look. If there has been ONE costume I’ve been DYING to do for Halloween… it’s of course this iconic Britney Spears Oops!… I Did It Again look! I mean… the video was KINDA everything (am I right?!) and ANY opportunity for someone to live out their Britney Spears dream… WHY NOT? I played with your heart, got lost in the game #OhBabyBaby”
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