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Introduction: 1990s, NYC, A Fashion Icon and A Prince
It would seem that Ryan Murphey has yet again gotten the internet in a whirl. With his newest hulu series, “Love Story: John F.K. Jr. and Carolyn Bassette”, Murphey’s fictionized depiction of the events transpiring in the lives of America’s royalty, has social media in a choke hold.
In the show, America’s prince, John F.K. Jr. is portrayed by Paul Anthony, while Sarah Pidgeon stars in the role of his hellacious and torrid love interest, Carolyn Bessette Kennedy. The intimate details of the innermost lives of these characters are reimagined and exhibited decades hence, laced in 1990s NYC aesthetic and media’s impressions of the couple’s private affairs.
Born and raised in the public eye, the late president’s son could never escape the narrative webs spun in magazines, tabloids, distributed on newsstands, sliding across on news tickers so on and so forth. The public adopted him, and so, it has always felt that it is it’s right to speculate and pontificate about John John every waking and resting hour. It came in his inheritance.
The people may be besotted by you, but that doesn’t mean they will spare you the dissections, the slandering and ceaseless surveillance. Your story is not yours alone once you’re endowed with the double-edged sword of fame. You can’t really claim ownership of your narratives, because once it’s out there, it’s out there. The people will do with what they like while you become the bystander in your own arena.
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Carolyn Bassette, a Calvin Klein sales girl from humble beginnings, was quiet a contrast for John owing to her famously private personality and an intense aversion towards media. But perhaps, more than anything she was well-known for embodying 90s minimalist fashion, the off-duty casual chic, the inadvertent effortless ‘It’ girl who never really felt the need to become something more who she really was.
You’ll never find a documentary titled, “Carolyn Bassette Kennedy, In Her Own Words”, for she never sought to explain herself to a public who relentlessly chased and scrutinized her gentlest movements. She was poised, private and independent. She didn’t come from money. She came from a broken home, with mediocre resources, and worked her way up to earn the life of quiet luxury.
Bassette was authentic, sharp-witted and hardworking. She didn’t live for the cameras or the appeal of a glorious life. She desired the simple things: a fulfilling work, meaningful relationships and the kind of secure and peaceful marriage which she never saw growing up between her parents. She kept to herself in a her Celine sunglasses, Berkin, and her sartorial taste.
And even as we write all this, we’ll never completely know who Carolyn actually was. She never intended to make herself less human and more legend; never desired to be less human and more of an ostentatious spectacle. She was just a working woman, who absolutely adored fashion, and captured the eye of a man in search of a taste of a less tumultuous life.
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You Don’t Need the Tortoiseshell Head Band, You Need an Identity
Possessing whatever little knowledge we have with regards to Carolyn Kennedy, it is safe to bet your bottom dollar that becoming the subject of yet another influencer provoked social media trend – is the last thing that she would want.
If she had not met her untimely demise in ’99, and had lived to see her recent resurrection, Carolyn would absolutely detest and disparage this mass media, influencer insanity, trend hungry, manic herd mentality. If there’s one thing Carolyn executed impeccably and scrupulously, it must be her incorruptible sense of authenticity.
The woman bought her signature Egyptian musk scent from an NYC street vendor. She could transition seamlessly from a discreet black top on blue jeans and penny loafers, to an elegant and simple black evening dress. She didn’t even have to try hard to impress and be recognized. Carolyn let her word; her talent and intelligence speak for itself.
Minimalism, privacy, and authenticity were her brand. She would definitely be repulsed to see hundreds of the show’s viewers and out-of-touch influencers rush to the pharmacy from where she allegedly purchased her staple tortoiseshell headband. They are not fans; they are not real admirers. They cannot even tell the difference between the pronunciations of ‘Carolyn’ and ‘Caroline’.
They are consumers. They are grifters; they are here for about 5 minutes and then they’ll hop onto the next big trend When that trend stops attracting viewership on their platforms, or when it stops feeling sufficient enough to satiate their bottomless inner emptiness and definite dearth of personal identity – they will switch trains to another trend.
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They are not sincere in their adoration of a woman who was an actual human being and not a trend. She had a life. She had a real story. Her existence, already cut short by an untimely demise, has been reduced to cheap and fast-tracked algorithmic content for people who have no taste, no personality and no character of their own.
They do not have a unique style; they just want hers because of how she moved through the culture and her acquired last name. They don’t have an identity, so they just want to be fed one through easy access and replication. Devoid of substance and originality, Ironically, these self-proclaimed enthusiasts symbolize precisely the socio-cultural philosophy that Carolyn Bassette Kennedy silently revolted against.
Surviving Capitalism Through Main Character Syndrome
Carolyn is a drop in the ocean. The internet has been sucking the marrow out of real people’s lives and tragedies for performance and content for years on end. “How to be a cool girl core” or “how to be a high-class woman core.” How to dress like this celebrity or that fashion icon. Most importantly, where to buy the items to look like the currently trending person.
It is the same old song and dance, and it has spiraled out of control. Being genuinely inspired is one thing. But being bat-crap, frivolous, vapid, brain-dead, desperate and drooling maniacs for attention, money and content, while riding on someone-else’s coat tails – is a whole other island of crazy.
The deeper and more unsettling truth is that this isn’t even really about Carolyn. It never was. It’s about the gaping, yawning void that late-stage capitalism has carved into an entire generation of people who were sold the idea that identity is something you purchase, curate and post.
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That personhood is an aesthetic. That character is a carefully assembled mood board. Carolyn Bassette Kennedy didn’t have a “style era.” She had a self. And that distinction, that staggering, fundamental distinction, is entirely lost on people who cannot tell the difference between admiration and consumption.
And so the cycle continues, uninterrupted and largely unexamined. Carolyn will have her moment, be thoroughly strip-mined for content, and then be quietly shelved when the algorithm decides she’s no longer profitable. Next week it’ll be someone else’s tragedy, someone else’s wardrobe, someone else’s private heartbreak repackaged as inspo.
The internet doesn’t grieve. It doesn’t reflect. It just moves, ravenous and unbothered, onto the next thing, leaving behind a trail of real human lives reduced to footnotes in someone’s content calendar.
Conclusion
Carolyn Bessette Kennedy was a woman, complicated, private, and entirely her own, who moved through the world with an uncommon sense of self. The tragedy is that even in death, she cannot be left alone. That the very qualities which made her magnetic, her refusal to perform, her stubborn interiority, her quiet, are now being cosplayed by the exact hollow, attention-hungry culture she spent her entire life rejecting.
If you truly admire her, then take the one thing she actually modeled: figure out who you are without borrowing someone else’s bones to build yourself from. Stop buying the headband as a personality. Stop consuming her grief as content. Because the most genuine tribute you could ever pay Carolyn is the one thing most of her so-called admirers simply cannot bring themselves to do, be your own person.
