Nowhere does time rage as mercilessly as in pop music. Nobody knows this as well as “Icons”. Or the “living icons” that are additionally burdened by the present hunger for evidence. (Why don’t you ever say “dead icon”?) Madonna is undoubtedly one of the main wearers of the heavy combination. You can spend two hours a day in the gym, eat white fish for breakfast, gorge yourself on raw meat, invite the hottest dancers over to have a New York underground party. And still runs the risk of doing a breathless resuscitation theater. So question of the evening: How does Madonna escape from nostalgic kitsch?
Madonna in Cologne: A Living Icon – Culture
