Despite having a face like a stunning come-to-life Picasso painting, Rumer Willis has discovered that there are still plenty of uncultured beauty-hating haters out there who can’t handle her high-levels of cubist gorgeousness and she’s super pissed about it. Rumer recently hissed to Us Weekly that she was disappointed after she agreed to pose for New York-based designer Franziska Fox’s 2015 lookbook, only to discover that they had Photoshopped her to hell and back when it was released last month. THE AUDACITY! Rumer pulled out some press-ons and took a swipe at Franziska Fox like so:
“I think I would have felt very differently if I was a model who was hired to be a part of the brand. I get that there are certain things they want to change or whatever. But, if you’re hiring me to be a representative of your brand and you’re changing who I am – like drastically changing how I look [while] everybody knows how I look [by] taking away the muscle. I just thought it was odd, you know? My stylist told me about it and I was like, ‘Well, that’s fucked up.’ Then I immediately called my manager and said, ‘You know, this is unacceptable, because that’s not what I want to put out in the world and what I want to represent anyway.'”
I’m with Rumer on this one. When you hire Rumer Willis for a fashion shoot, you’re hiring the owner of the most Rumer Willis-y looking face in existence, and if you didn’t want all that red-hot chin, you should have gone with someone less visually gaw-juss. Besides, it’s next to impossible to excuse her beauty through Photoshop; there’s no de-tater tool strong enough to erase all that exquisite FACE. True tater beauty shines through!
But the most important take-away from all of this is: Rumer Willis isn’t a model? My whole world just turned upside down! What does Rumer do then? Exist solely as a gorgeous Russet goddess that was pulled from the dirt fields of Idaho? I’m sure that’s it.
And here are the Photoshopped pictures in question. If I were Rumer, the thing that would have pissed me off the most was putting me in a pair of pants that almost exposed my down-low tater-tot.