“[Israeli model] Michaela [Bercu] was wearing an haute couture Christian Lacroix jacket with a beaded cross … and stonewashed Guess jeans. The jacket was actually part of a suit, but the skirt didn’t fit Michaela; she had been on vacation back home in Israel and had gained a little weight. Not that that mattered. In fact, it only served to reinforce the idea to take couture’s haughty grandeur and playfully throw it headlong into real life and see what happened … Afterwards, in the way that these things can happen, people applied all sorts of interpretations: It was about mixing high and low, Michaela was pregnant, it was a religious statement. But none of these things was true. I had just looked at that picture and sensed the winds of change. And you can’t ask for more from a cover image than that.”
— Anna Wintour took to Vogue‘s Internet presence on the eve of the magazine’s 120th anniversary to reminisce on her beginnings as editor, and also to divulge a little secret. Her first cover, November 1988, beckoned a new frontier: it broke the canon of past versions (a model wearing jeans on the cover of the most grandiose magazine was a novel concept!) and reinforced that Wintour wasn’t one to hesitate in revolutionizing the standard formula. I’m actually pleasantly surprised by Anna’s positive attitude toward wreaking havoc in the halls of couture and embracing a model that didn’t fit in a sample size (well, at that very moment, for what it’s worth). Israeli food is delicious. [Vogue]
Lady Gaga tweeted about the inspiration behind her Vogue cover. “Who else sees me channeling RuPaul on the COVER of VOGUE. If only I was as fierce as you bitch. I did try to come for you with that weave,” she said. I get it. I mean, haven’t we all had a RuPaul channeling moment? Sometimes when I’m walking down the street in high wedges, I imagine I’m Ru strutting it up on the catwalk. Of course, some genius on Tumblr made this. WERK! [WOW]
I couldn’t feasibly be any less interested in Lady Gaga‘s Vogue cover. Frankly, I’m shocked that Anna Wintour would even go for it, considering that Gaga is so appallingly uninteresting at this point to everybody except her harem of zealots. I would rather see literally anybody, even Lea Michele, on the September issue. Okay, so maybe not Lea Michele, but why not throw Yo-Landi Vi$$er up there if you’re trying to get weird while remaining reasonably attractive and blonde? Have you never heard music before, that you think Lady Gaga is the poster child for, like, counter-culture and originality? Come at me, little monsters. I get that the message she tries to spread is “love and acceptance,” and hear me out: I am not opposed to love and acceptance, but I am strongly, fundamentally opposed to try-hards. Also, people who refer to themselves in the third person. Hate.
You know what would be really different for Vogue? Putting an actual model on the cover or, you know, a woman who can make herself compelling without wearing 10 Halloween costumes put together while declaring herself “a walking piece of art.” Yes, I resent the hell out of Lady Gaga. Whatever. [NY Mag.com]
Today is a sad day in fashion as we mourn the loss of Anna Piaggi, 81, the celebrated Italian fashion journalist and glamorously eccentric sartorial icon best recognized for her visionary double-page spreads of image and text in Vogue Italia. Piaggi emerged on the style scene in the 1960s as editor of Ariadne, Italy’s inaugural women’s magazine, and went on to work with a number of high-profile publications, including a position as contributing editor at the Italian incarnation of Vogue. Keep reading »