I decided on British Vogue this month as the US and French issues didn't have much to talk about.
But if you would like to see images from those issues then please click on to my Vogue Pinterest board.
There were two different covers for this issue and will show you the other cover in tomorrow's post.
Before we start...
The fashion world lost a guru called Louise Wilson.
She was truly in the know and a starmaker.
I don't know if Central Saint Martins where she taught will be as desirable a school now she is gone. She may not have been known outside the fashion world but it is truly a loss.
How could one ignore the ads especially when they take up half the pages?
Louis Vuitton is trying to be a hybrid of fashion and art.
It says it is a "curated series" which lends some gravitas.
And at the prices those fashion photographers charge, they do justify being called artists. And they don't even set up their cameras and just click just like modern artists do when they have their production lines a la Damien Hirst.
Hmmm.
Karl chose Kirstin Stewart to be his latest star of the Chanel ads.
She is holding a bottle of Chanel No. 5 which considering perfume sprtiz girls spray it with abandon it is tantamount to a weapon and storing it in a gun holster is apt.
But I have an inkling he wasn't alluding to that.
She looks like a waitress at a Tex Mex restaurant which is obviously a "look" that passed me by.
Burberry is getting really good at showing their statement pieces and pulling me onto their website to have a better look.
Christopher Bailey is trying to earn his salary I suppose.
Carla Bruni is a civilian again and free to sell her presence
and be a supermodel again.
She looks good but illustrates that just because
you don't have wrinkles doesn't mean you will necessarily fool anyone about your age.
Is it me or is D Squared flogging a necklace or one of those things people put on their necks after a car accident?
They went crazy with that bedazzling gun.
Onto one of many editorials.
Let's not fool ourselves into thinking that Vogue is a simple fashion anthology but it is a convoluted catalogue that incites purchases.
They are trying to flog us arm warmers.
This upsets me because the part between my wrist and elbows is one of my best features and only bit that isn't cellulitey.





















