Only men grow old on screen.
Women disappear from film and TV by fifty,
hit dread and disgust in early middle age
and suddenly we’re no longer fit for public display,
unless we’re flogging stair lifts, baths or wills
or we have a frozen face
or we’re de-aged by digital alteration.
It’s a kind of symbolic annihilation
Fashion designer and stylist Claire Angel burnt words from this poem onto a leather jacket