Modeling And The Tragedy Of Karen Mulder

Her suicide attempt came after she was packed off to Montsouris hospital and heavily sedated for five months of treatment for depression and anxiety. (Gerald Marie, the head of Elite Paris and one of the men Mulder had accused of raping her, paid.) It came after Marie was filmed on hidden camera by the BBC trying to give a 15-year-old model £300 for sex, and bragging of how many entrants to the Elite Model Look competition — average age 15 — he was going to sleep with that year. It came after Mulder’s attempt at a crossover music career resulted in the release of a cover of “I Am What I Am”, which peaked at number 13 on the French pop charts in the summer of 2002. It was after recanting all her rape accusations, and explaining that she was in fact dealing with the aftermath of childhood sexual abuse and had “gone overboard,” that the former supermodel tried to kill herself. Since emerging from hospital, and until her arrest yesterday, Mulder has kept a low profile.

How a woman like Mulder, one of those people who journalists are always quick to say “has it all,” could fall so far, so fast is not really the question that commands interest here. We all know this story: it’s got drugs in it, and predatory older men, and very young women, and the abject self-consciousness of the individual whose worth is in her pictures. It’s always more or less the same story, even if Mulder, with her recantations and paranoid stories of kidnapping and poison at the hands of a shadowy “they,” isn’t always its most credible narrator. It’s the story of Wallis Franken, of Ruslana Korshunova, of Katoucha Niane.

It’s the story presented in a 60 Minutes segment from 1988 that reported, according to author Ian Halperin, “about the many models who had been drugged, raped, and sexually harassed by the world’s top agency owners.” (Halperin characterized the segment as “shocking.”) It’s the story of the BBC’s undercover documentary of Elite executives offering to pimp out their models for drugs. (This was seen as “alarming” and “surprising.”) It’s the story models like Sena Cech are telling when they talk about being coerced into sex by photographers and clients at castings and on the job. (These accounts, and model Sara Ziff’s documentary that provides one vehicle for them, were described in the Observer by writer Louise France as both “shocking” and “surprising.”)

What amazes even more than how little the story actually differs from telling to telling, how fundamentally the same its elements remain, is our capacity for disbelief. It takes a certain dedication to one’s own credulity to insist on being “surprised,” “alarmed” and “shocked” by a situation that has been the subject of interest from such under-the-radar media venues as 60 Minutes going back a generation. As a culture, we have so far managed, through every news story and blog post and exposé, to maintain an innocence of the realities of the modeling industry that is almost touching. Or nearly culpable.

Our persistent willingness to be taken aback by the notion that wealthy, powerful, older men, when left in charge of a younger, poorer, female workforce, might generally act as something less than gentlemen, is testament to the power the multibillion-dollar fashion industry wields as an expert creator of narratives. It’s this attitude of disbelief that allows agency directors to claim they had no idea some of their models were using cocaine and that some of their bookers were dealing it to them, or that some photographers like to sleep with models and some bookers encourage models to go along with it. Our endless capacity for shock is what gets Karen Mulder sedated and lets Gerald Marie retain, to this day, his position as head of Elite Paris.

The longer we keep up our charade of disbelief, the less the industry will change. One of the most chilling scenes in Sara Ziff’s documentary, Picture Me, didn’t make the final cut. A model was talking about a photo shoot that took place she was 16, with what Ziff has described as “a very, very famous photographer, probably one of the world’s top names.” When the girl left the studio to go to the bathroom between shots, the photographer cornered her in the hall. Then he started touching her dress. “But you’re used to this,” Ziff reported he said. “People touch you all the time. Your collar, or your breasts. It’s not strange to be handled like that.” Then the world-famous photographer put his hand to her crotch and forced his fingers into her vagina. The teenager, who had never even kissed anyone before, just froze and waited for the man to walk away. They finished the shoot, and she never told anyone. The day before the New York premiere, she begged for the scene to be cut.

But more and more models are speaking out. (I have.) If only we can dispense with our “shock” at what they have to say, perhaps this is an industry where some realistic chance for improvement remains.

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Earlier: The Not-Rape Epidemic: The Modeling Industry Is Anything But Immune
Suicide And Abuse In Fashion’s Top Echelon
Ruslana Korshynova, No Longer Anonymous