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 »
If you find T Magazine‘s Model-Morphosis as utterly transfixing as I do, then prepare to be stunned: photographer Leland Bobbé’s incredible new portraits will blow your mind. The ongoing series depicts men who masquerade as women as one dichotomous (and, it must be said, beautiful) persona — half masculine, half feminine, neither male nor female. Says the artist, “My intention is to capture both the male and the alter-ego female side of these subjects in one image … These are composed in camera and are not two separate images joined together.” The result is a powerful and welcome addition to the conversation of gender and a segue into Nietzche’s overman, “the man that goes beyond, who is beyond.” I’ll drink to that! Click through to check out the full series. Fair warning: there are many. [Refinery29 via Vogue Italia]
The September issue is a huge deal for fashion publications, so much so that an eponymous documentary chronicled its creation at Vogue headquarters. The total count of advertisement pages is indicative of the success of each title in the past year, and foretells what may come in the next. We’ve yet to even enter August and the numbers are already out: naturally, the upcoming Gaga-covered edition of Vogue comes out on top with a total of 658 ad pages, which marks both a 13 percent increase from last year and the magazine’s heftiest issue since 2008. At 400 ad pages, Elle will make publishing history with the highest total page count ever to be released by Hearst. The comparatively smaller Condé Nast-owned Allure clocks in with 131 ad pages, which makes it, as with Vogue, the largest issue since 2008. Keep reading »
If you’ve doubted Marion Cotillard’s star power at any point in the past few years since she starred as Édith Piaf in 2007′s breathtaking “La vie en rose,” now would be the time to reconsider. Not only has the pretty Parisian appeared in several films since then, but she’s directly atop the radar at this very moment with her role as Miranda Tate in the highly-anticipated “The Dark Night Rises,” out July 20. In light of her current (and, it should be said, totally deserved — she is a truly brilliant actress) Hollywood ubiquity, Marion scored not one, not two, but three magazine covers this August: Vogue, Vogue Paris, and Marie Claire UK will broadcast the Oscar winner’s beauty — and, with the curious exception of Vogue Paris, her equally recognizable beauty mark — on newsstands next month. Keep reading »
Every girl with aspirations of high fashion and even higher heels has their sights set on Condé Nast, and why shouldn’t they? It’s the stuff of “The Devil Wears Prada” dreams, a promised land where Wintour rules as supreme overlord and the streets are paved with, well, pavé. In light of the complaints filed by former interns who speak of slave labor and the long-running rumors that the job isn’t all it’s cracked up to be (on the contrary, it will make you crack), it’s getting harder and harder to secure a seat on Vogue‘s Byline Express. The Condé Nast College of Fashion & Design may sound like a fever dream I had when I was 16, but come January, such a school will be brick-and-mortar reality in central London. It vows to “establish itself as an important starting point for those who want to be tomorrow’s stars of the fashion industry,” which sounds pretty ambitious to me. Keep reading »