You think that wax Joan Rivers stays so perfect without surgical intervention? She gets her tuneups at the Madame Tussaud's repair room, "a gruesome human body shop of sorts, a grisly place where unmouthed teeth and disembodied heads are strewn across the tables and the floor." The wax museum's team of artists and costumers is privy to the "confidential files" of all their subjects — necessary, presumably, for accurate replication — as well as repairing those breaches of ego caused by unflattering representations. But as they see it, their job is a lot bigger than that: one wax artist likens their work to that of the 16th century churchwomen responsible for dressing the figures of saints. “It says something dreadful about our culture, but celebrities are the saints of today.” [New York Times]