LIZ JONES: As a woman who has gone under the knife due to a crippling lack of self-esteem, I know what drove the plastic surgery-obsessed 'Bride of Wildenstein' - and it makes me weep
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Even when she died, in a Parisian palace on New Year's Eve at the age of 84, the jokes on social media kept on coming, like so much sewage in the Seine. 'How do we know she's dead? Her face hasn't moved in years.' And, 'I could have saved her a bunch of money by sticking her head in a bucket of bees'. And, 'Oh no, don't tell me Mickey Rourke has died?!'.
But to me and many others who suffer from crippling self-doubt and have committed terrible self-harm, her life and death feel profoundly sad. Jocelyn Wildenstein, whose $2.5billion divorce settlement from French-American art dealer Alec N Wildenstein in 1999 made her one of the world's richest women, was also known as The Bride of Wildenstein or Cat Woman, thanks to her addiction to plastic surgery.
She died in her sleep, while taking a nap with her 57-year-old fashion designer partner, Lloyd Klein, apparently from a blood clot caused by the condition phlebitis. The couple had been together for 21 years. He commendably says in a statement following her death that he found her 'extremely beautiful'.
Indeed, looking back at photos of Jocelyn as a young woman, she was exquisite. That, of course, was before she was sliced open by a scalpel. As a young woman, she reminds me of Brigitte Bardot or Lana Turner: a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, huge eyes.