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Pamela Anderson in Pictures: Photographs by Stephen Wayda Paperback – April, 1996
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The interesting thing about this book is watching the progression/transmogrification of Pamela. She starts out very attractive and shapely, and somewhat sweet and innocent; there are even close-up shots of her face in which her blemishes haven't been masked by excessive make-up or airbrushed out, and here you can see a large numbers of freckles spackling her face. It makes you remember that Pamela was once a real person, a sweet-faced and attractive woman who tried very hard in interviews to sound brainy and far above her designation as a human Barbie doll.
Then came the implants, which augmented her breasts to unbelievable--and indeed, to this viewer's eyes--grotesque proportions. Was it necessary? Absolutely not. (Is it ever? Not even once.) Then the plucked eyebrows, and the tattoos, and the tight leather "Barb Wire" outfits, and the marriage to Tommy Lee... and the result? Pamela's looks and brains plunged out the window, holding hands and shrieking all the way down.
Today Pamela Anderson Lee is a gross caricature, an online joke, and an object of fixation only for those who prefer human beings be manufactured of plastic and silicone. The latter half of the book reflects Pamela's transformation from human being to human sexual monstrosity. Her continued popularity in various, often shadowy, circles is a testament only to the depraved mind-set of a select and lonely few.
This isn't exactly a critical study, however; nor is it precisely a piece of fan fluff from a photographer who seems to have more or less made his name solely from having the good fortune of shooting a star before she reached the stratosphere. It is, after all, a picture book, and a fairly well-made one at that. But in and around the pictures, in the margins and around the eyes and chest of its subject matter, one finds an interesting, if depressing, pictorial study of a woman in a steep decline of her life, body, and senses--a sex machine running on automatic. If there are any women out there thinking they aren't "adequate" because they don't conform to the "ideal" sexual designs men so often inflict upon the opposite gender, one gander at the devolution of Pamela from attractive human to awful automaton ought to rebuild some self-esteem and render the point more than moot.