Why is a September issue of Vogue for sale on Craigslist for $4.5 million dollars? Because that’s the cost brands like Dior and Chanel sunk into the iconic magazine advertising in this month’s issue. If it’s your hearts desire to read the Jennifer Lawrence profile and discover how to get a better body in seven minutes, the seller has helpfully removed all the ads in Vogue, either by ripping the pages out or coloring them over in black marker. It’s 70 percent thinner and a whole purse dog lighter.
And for those of us who don’t have $4.5 mil lying around, we can buy the ad-filled version for — gulp! — $12 on newstand. What a bargain. [PSFK via Ad Week]
“There are thousands of beautiful actresses in the world, women who look great in evening gowns and close-ups, their chins never wobbling, their eyes never puffy. I don’t think our Claire would have any interest in being one of them … That’s why we love her—she gives it to us straight, good or bad, just like a real friend would. Sometimes life gets ugly, and she’ll take us there, unafraid…It’s that unironic diligence that moves me most, her obvious enthusiasm to do good work. Luckily for us, Claire chooses to share her crumple face and her elegant face and all her faces in between. It’s just what we all would like to think we’re capable of, professionalism kissed by something better, a hint of the sublime.”
–Author Emma Straub so poetically describes why she’s part of “Generation Claire Danes.” It all started with Angela Chase’s “crumple face.” It certainly did. Please count me in. [Vogue]
Carol Brady called, she wants her wig back. Sandra Bullock looks luminescent (that’s good right?) on the cover of the October issue of Vogue, but sweet mother of God, what is happening with the hair? I can’t see Anna Wintour approving of this. Maybe she was out sick that day. [Celebuzz]
“I wake up earlier in the morning when I have new sponges. That counter doesn’t even see it coming … [Nicholas] would never wring them out. We were in the kitchen once, and I picked up the sponge, and it was soapy and wet, and I was like, ‘See?’ These are the kinds of things that make me think we are never going to work.”
– Jennifer Lawrence goes off on her sponge obsession in Vogue and inadvertently gives clues about the (brief?) demise of her relationship with Nicholas Hoult. (They’re maybe back together.) Well, kind of. God, she’s quirky, but I love it. In addition to her “faith in sponges” she revealed that she has “nightmares about 13-year-olds” because they terrify her and that she was a big, anxious “weirdo” with a fear of field trips and recess when she was a kid. She admits to announcing to her entire class that she wet the bed or gotten a bad haircut while on a cruise, just to see how they’d react. Weird anxieties aside, she has a point though. It’s rough when you and your partner have different ideas about how to use a sponge. [Vogue]
“No, no, no. I was just into my magazines and the drawings. I had a very strict upbringing, almost puritanical. I lived there all the way through college. I was in my grandmother’s house, and I respected that! [I] had very gay experiences, yes, I swear on my grandmother’s grave that I never slept with a single designer in my life. Never, ever desired, never was asked, never was approached, never, ever bought, in my entire career. Never. Not one. Skinny or fat. Never.”
– Vogue editor and muumuu-wearer extraordinaire Andre Leon Talley, who rejects the label “gay,” says that he’s fallen in love twice, both times with women (and neither of them Anna Wintour). As for his relationship with Wintour, Talley says “I wouldn’t have stayed at Vogue as long as I did without Anna being there. She was my biggest ally. There could not have been another way.” And also: “Ms. Wintour has had her bob since she was in her 20s. I have never seen her hair pulled back. Never. Not even at tennis.” [Vanity Fair]
Diana Vreeland was a groundbreaking editor, fashion legend and inveterate tastemaker. She worked as an editor with Harper’s Bazaar and spent 20 years there before switching over to become the editor of Vogue, and ended her career as a curator and consultant at the Costume Institute of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Think of her as Anna Wintour before Anna Wintour.
In her time, Vreeland was basically at the center of the socialite universe — dressed by Chanel and Balenciaga; friends with everyone from Jack Nicholson to Cole Porter to Wallis Simpson and Jackie Kennedy; privy to an audience with the King of England. She traveled extensively, which is where she picked up a lot of her favorite style inspirations including thong sandals (which didn’t exist in the West until she brought them over from Tunisia) and animal prints. She wasn’t considered conventionally beautiful — in fact, her mother once scathingly told her, “It’s too bad that you have such a beautiful sister and that you are so extremely ugly and so terribly jealous of her.” She also, clearly, had a terrible mother.
Vreeland had a reputation for being tough to work with, but her vision was strong and her influence widespread. She helped launch the careers of models like Twiggy, Edie Sedgwick and Cher, and photographer Richard Avedon (of whom she misnamed “Aberdeen”). She was smart––and she got results, transforming Vogue into a high-fashion thinking woman’s magazine.
She was also really witty. You know that common turn of phrase, “_____ is the new ____?” She invented that. Her 1984 memoir DV is filled with witty bon mots, hilarious turns of phrase and moments of genius. After the jump, 22 of our favorite Vreeland quotes. Keep reading »
We know that some models pursue dangerous measures in the hopes they will join the cadre of elites. We know that being a top model means million-dollar contracts and the key that unzips Leonardo DiCaprio’s pants. And we also know that many modeling agencies are all too happy to exploit preteen and teen girls, putting their sexual, mental and physical health at risk in pursuit of big bucks and prestige. Agencies get a cut of the money, after all. The 2012 documentary “Girl Model” (which is screening on Netflix now — go watch it!) pulled back the curtain on the lack of protections for underage models, especially ones who have traveled from faraway foreign countries, alone, don’t speak English or know their rights — like, say, you shouldn’t have to suck anyone’s dick to get a gig.
This week, New York’s state legislature took a step in the right direction by passing a bill that will give models under age 18 the same legal protections as child actors and other young performers. The laws would apply to both print and runway models. Keep reading »
Man, they’ll really hand out these Vogue covers to just about anyone these days. It’s not like Anna Wintour hasn’t put an actual model on there in eons, or anything. Katy Perry is the latest pop star of dubious cultural significance to land the coveted spot, featuring what I feel like is a fairly awkward shot of her crouched on the grass in a Rodarte floral dress and bold red lip. It’s pretty, but, like, kind of BORING? They couldn’t think of anything better to do with a woman who has shot whipped cream out of her tits onstage than have her look wistful and Arthurian in a field? Weird. (Weirder: the headline in the bottom right corner.) [Fashionista] [Photo: VOGUE]