Because I was a weird kid, I’ve been reading Vanity Fair since I was, like, 14. There’s nothing I enjoy more than long-form stories about society murders, celebrity addicts and presidential affairs. Every year, Vanity Fair also comes up with a best-dressed list, chock full of names of socialites, French nobility and a gallimaufry of minor European royalty. Usually I don’t know more than a few of the names on the list, and couldn’t even begin to imagine the clothing budgets these people must have.
But this year, VF is making things a bit more democratic. In a ploy to seem relevant, the aged magazine is opening its Best Dressed competition to the public. Nan Kempner is rolling over in her extra-small couture grave. Keep reading »