When I was 14, I remember being fascinated by this picture of Christine Keeler. She emerges from the dark; suggestive and demure, but posed. Christine Keeler at 19 years old was caught up in circumstances of which she seemed, to those close to her at the time, to have little understanding. She was directed this way and that by her pimp, the osteopath Stephen Ward; her solicitor; the press; photographers and the public. They commodified and consumed her, one way or another, d