R.I.P. Vogue

It is not realistic to expect someone I really like on every cover of Vogue.  I don't think Rhianna or Jennifer Lopez are ever good choices for high fashion.  Kate Upton is pretty low-rent as well.  But Kim Kardashian?  I think Buffy said it best:

Vogue is an institution.  Anna Wintour is the IRL Devil who wears Prada.  When I think of Vogue, I think of old school Sex and the City, I think of the era of the classic supermodel, I think of Chanel suits, I think of McQueen ball gowns, I think of the ideal of cutting edge splendor and luxury.  Here are things that will be forever associated with Kim Kardashian: a sex tape, BeBe, and Sears.

Anna Wintour has stated on record that she regrets putting the Spice Girls on the cover in the late 90s.  I understand that a lot of people hated that cover, and argued that the Spices were not representative of the Vogue ideal.  I loved that cover, but then again I was 12 when that cover came out and my bedroom was plastered in Spice memorabilia.  I am trying to be understanding here, but let's be honest, Victoria Beckham would rather gnaw off a foot than collaborate with Sears.

I'll be surprised if the Kardashian taint ever leaves.  Here are some classic covers to mourn what used to be the authority on high-end fashion and luxury. #RIP

[I know it's a Paris cover, but I've seen this image before and I adore it.]

[I remember seeing this issue on the newstand and thinking Madonna as Evita was so glam.]

[Of course I have to include this one.]

SATC and Feathers

In an effort to make use of our usually dormant HBOgo account, I'm re-watching Sex and the City.  I'm in the middle of Season 3, and getting a huge kick out of the outdated tech, fashion, and pop culture references.  In one episode, Samantha was telling Carrie about a cutting-edge new service that guarantees a delivery person bring a DVD movie of your choice to your doorstep "in one hour or less."  I had to laugh out loud, because I was watching this episode from said HBO account on our Roku, which also contains our Netflix and Hulu.  It's hard enough to get us to wait for anything for one minute, let alone one hour.

Anyway, in typing up this blog entry, I can't help but feel a bit like Carrie Bradshaw  After all, isn't a blog in 2014 equivalent to a newspaper column in 2004?  There's a few key differences between Carrie and me: I prefer Brian Atwood to Manolo, I gave up smoking, and Steve is way cooler than Mr. Big.  However, we are both city girls to the core (albeit she the East Coast, and me the Best Coast).  And we both share the same affinity for off-the-wall fashion. Check out this killer feather dress, I knew I had to have this the second I saw it on Jessa:

[I've been trying to hunt this creation down to no avail.  I'm beginning to fear it was custom made.]

And a similar one I also love from the pages of my Teen Vogue from this month: