
Not L.A. Not Paris. Not even Rio. No, only one city in the world has ever had an actual, official Committee of Beauty. Come with us now, to that exciting land of glamour queens that is ... Caracas, Venezuela.
A Matter of National PrideWho cares about its collapsing, oil-based economy and the gradual erosion of its civil liberties? Venezuela has won more international beauty pageant titles than any other country.
And in Caracas, the capital, the citizens are so committed to the tiara and sash that pageant winners have their own Wikipedia category, and there's a beauty salon for every two restaurants in the phone book. The store-window mannequins have nipples, and not even Hugo Chavez, el queso grande himself, dares to interrupt the Miss Venezuela pageant.
Forget the Beastmaster: Caracas's Own "Beauty Master"Like any decent secret city of something, Caracas has its own high lama: Osmel Sousa, head of the Miss Venezuela Organization (aka the Venezuelan Committee of Beauty) who cheerfully tells wannabes to go under the knife if they want to make it.
Thanks to Sousa, Caracas is full of insecure 20-year olds with boob jobs and the middle-aged businessmen who love them.
Beauty Basic Training
High in the hills above Caracas, Sousa's Miss Venezuela Academy has would-be pageant winners running, hiking, lifting weights and God knows what else.

Hopeful moms send their princesses to pageant training schools like Sousa's at the age of 7 or 8. If they win, they can look forward to careers as models, actresses, TV reporters or even politicians. If they fail, of course, they're disposed of in the underground shark pit. Kidding, kidding.
Don't Get Out Your Passport Just Yet ...Since the pageantistas look like this, and their boyfriends look like this, you might think Caracas would be the place to go for the world's best hot-girlfriend ratio. But what the boyfriends lack in looks, they usually make up for in wealth, power and/or general badassery, Chavez having at least one of these attributes from what we've heard.
Think of it as an incentive to excellence in your own life. Or at least another reason to start your own people's revolution.


























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Friday 11 June
By mercedes
Indeed...the mannequins here are reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy creepy. HUGEEEEE PLASTIC BOOBS WITH AMAZING NIPPLES...
Shopping here is so weird ._.
And greetings from venezuela! :)
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Sunday 13 June
By Wlad
HAHAHAHA This writer hit it right on point at the end!!!! I am Venezuelan, and it's true, Venezuelan women are gorgeous, but they marry less attractive men, and the main reason for that, our girls are taught to look for men with a lot of Bolivares (venezuelan currency) so you'll see a model looking girl holding hand with some oooold dude, but with a fat wallet...and even if the guy isnt old, he'll either be really skinny or have a beer gut, but a huge ring in his finger and fat wallet
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Sunday 13 June
By Robert
I had the good fortune of meeting some Venezuelan girls when I went to college in Upstate, NY...needless to say there were extremely friendly, easy-going and drop-dead gorgeous. Through them I met lots of other Venezuelan people. The women...WOW...they all carried themselves like they were the most beautiful thing in the world...even if they were not that pretty. Not at all in a conceited way, but with lots of self-respect. I think that's their secret thus their allure. These Venezuelan girls all seemed to feel very femenine and very secure in their own skin, and that, my friend, atracts more than beauty itself. Believe me, I know...
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