Prestige – (noun) : the respect and admiration that someone or something gets for being successful or important
Class – (noun) : high quality; elegance (a hotel with class)
Style – (noun) : fashionable elegance; beauty, grace, or ease of manner or technique (an awkward moment she handled with style)
It was these three things that once defined fashion’s longest-standing publication, Vogue. At least, that’s what I thought of the magazine. Having followed the mag since 1999, though not religiously, I noticed something became of Vogue in the past 13 years. It started to shift from being a high-end fashion publication, featuring gorgeous designer wear worn by the models of the moment on the cover, to covering an actress/pop star and what movie/album she’s promoting that month. By 2002, model covers–the classic foundation of a fashion magazine cover–turned scant, as covers with actresses dominated, a trend that continues to this day. It didn’t matter if the movie the actress released bombed at the box office that same month she was on Vogue. (look up stuff on what the editor said regarding celebrity covers) Eventually, musical acts also became en Vogue. The glut of celebrity covers on Vogue made us long-time readers/followers once used to model covers yearn for the good ol’ days. On the now-rare times a model showed up on the cover, we’d rejoice, even if it was the overhyped Kate Upton and her lack of influence on the fashion industry. Yet as Vogue continued to shamefully stray from its roots, I felt that its prestige deteriorated with every actress/pop tart cover. Not to mention how their covers looked in general, from the heinous airbrushing of their cover girl, to the cliched story-lines and numbers galore (do they really think there’s 450 looks for us this spring?). Nonetheless, they were the one publication that never gave a cover to the worst of the worst type of “celebrity”: the no-talent famous-for-nothing. Elle, Bazaar, W, Glamour, and others heinously did so in the past, and suffered the consequences and record-low magazine sales from it. For a while, it seemed like Vogue and its pages were not to be tarnished by the presence of an attention-and-money whore who could not show a shred of significant talent if her life was on the line for it.
Well. Looks like hell has now frozen, huh.
Upon hearing of it, at first I was like…
And then, seconds later, I realized that this move may cost editor-in-chief Anna Wintour’s job, and then I became…
There have been many takes on this story, many of it negative. Comments like “why?!?”, “worst cover ever!”, and “canceling my subscription!” filled the internet. Even well-known names like Sarah Michelle Gellar and Naomi Campbell have lashed out (albeit subtly, in Naomi’s case). And yet the public outcry seems to have gotten to Anna Wintour and the Vogue editors like a light breeze to a brick wall, unaffected by it all, going about their business. Anna has even reportedly taking not-the-world’s most-talked about couple (that’s Prince William and Princess Kate, Anna!) out to dinner, and, most recently, will be publishing the wedding pictures of Kim and Kanye in a future issue. Something about Vogue‘s ignorance to their readers’ disapproval of their cover choice is quite–dare I say it–George W. Bush-league. (You know, the same guy Kanye bashed years ago.) Yet despite online petitions to fire Anna and boycott the magazine, an apology has yet to be issued by them. Given how the people at Vogue are carrying on in spite of this matter, much like hopes for a model on the cover, it may not happen anytime soon.
And that is a damn shame. Companies who do their customer base wrong typically apologize to them, even giving them some incentive to make things right again. Is it right for Vogue–a long-standing publication–to ignore what is going on?
It’s been three weeks since fashion’s version of Armageddon broke out, so call me late to this “Let’s Bash Vogue” party. But here is what I want to get at, that has only been touched by one other blogger (as far as I know) so far. If some people never hyped up that no-talent attention whore in the first place, this outrage would have never happened. And–here’s the kicker–that cover would have never EXISTED. (And neither would this entry.) In a smarter generation, KK would have never made it past her lame sex tape, much less granted 15 minutes of fame. However, since that lame sex tape hit the streets seven years ago (you know, her main claim to fame), some fools decided to throw money at her and make something out of her. As if she was actually interesting in the first place! E! channel, Sears, Sketchers, Tyler Perry…
However, the biggest mistake was some of the common folk buying into what the larger companies hyped of her. Normal people like you, electing to watch her, ahem, reality show, buy the tabloids she’s on, buy whatever cheap product she chooses to hawk, even follow her Twitter account and run internet searches on her to make her be one of the most searched people on the internet every year. (For the record, the links to KK here were obtained through other people posting these links and internet searches made without putting her or Kanye’s name in the search box. Either way, I had to put up with a few seconds of eyesore.) And guess what: it’s your fault too. You, like Sears and the E! channel, threw money at her and hyped her and made her out to be what she should not have been in the first place. You, who could have followed someone of actual talent, brains, and natural beauty, but instead got suckered into the manufactured cheap glitter. You, who also made the rest of her God-forsaken no-talent, attention-seeking family what they are now! Just who are some of us idolizing here? If it’s true that you can tell a lot of a culture by the people they idolize, then just what kind of culture are we living in when a no-talent famous-for-nothing with as much plastic and substance as a used-up Ziploc bag gets more press than an award-winning actress and supposedly makes more money than a doctor and surgeon combined?
Should I feel not surprised? So many things are also going by the wayside. A lot of mainstream music is becoming more homogenized, image-conscious, filled with heavily electronic-produced beats and cheap, cliched, sometimes-indecipherable lyrics written by six other people (yet the “artist” claims to have written the song themselves). Fashion isn’t as inspiring and innovative as it once was, with many choose to rehash the same old pieces–some of which I wish would go away for good. Courteous behavior in some people have been pushed aside for their own selfishness, as they walk mindlessly with their damn cell phones in their faces, not caring who or what they bump into. Politics are turning more mind-numbing by the day. While the line between the middle class and poverty get blurred, the rich and greedy get richer and greedier. It’s almost as if we are crotch-deep in this era of cacophony. This heinous Vogue cover is a sign of these shameful times. Yet that some of us are not caring about it all is just as, if not more, appalling. And while I know there are more pressing issues plaguing today’s society, to think the hype over losers like the Ks (no, I am not writing their last name out–it is an eyesore in itself) is not a societal problem is wrong. For someone like Anna to label Kim-K as someone with–dear God, help me–“strength of character” is a major slap in the face to women who have contributed something significant to society, from those who have served in the military and law enforcement, to those who work hard in their craft, be it in medicine or in music, and even those who have suffered something life-threatening and lived to tell about it. Hey, Anna: do you remember what this person and her “strength of character’s” claim to fame was again? Whether Anna’s “defense” and her words over her cover choice was either genuine (ha ha) or payola from those cover goons (likely), for her to use such a description (and more that I refuse to write here in fear that I may get an aneurism) for such a person is proof that society is not just heading into the shithole–we’re already in it.
Just some of the posts found on Vogue’s Facebook page.
By the way: here’s a list of notable women of recent years who have yet to get a Vogue cover: Amy Adams, Eva Mendes, Christina Aguilera, Alicia Keys, Sofia Vergara, Kerry Washington, Danica Patrick, Maria Sharapova, Alessandra Ambrosio, Adriana Lima, Joan Smalls, Karlie Kloss, and even the Duchess of Cambridge herself, Kate Middleton. And you said Miley Cyrus was “distasteful” and thus didn’t deserve a Vogue cover, Anna? At least Miley earned her fame and fortune the old-fashioned way, and that was way before her twerking. Don’t Halle Berry, Scarlett Johansson, Jennifer Garner, and Cameron Diaz have movies being released this month? Even another cover for Kate Upton (who was actually supposed to get this month’s cover in the first place) would have been a thousand times better than what got chosen.
To some of you thinking we’re “jealous” over the “success” of these pricks that redefine “self-absorbed” and “irritating”, and to those telling us that criticize the cover should just “chill” and “get over it”, and that “she deserved (the cover)”? A simple message for you:
You supporters must be as delusional as Anna when she made that lame “defense” regarding her cover choice, and the Ks themselves, thinking no backlash and wrong will come out of all this. I’d like to know two things from you caterers to bullshit: 1) how much are the Ks paying some of you guys, and 2) what kind of drugs are you on. To support someone like KK and her ilk is supporting bullshit, undeserving of their fame and fortune they “earned” via whoring themselves to those unable to see past their fakeness. Thinking that a Vogue cover for her will gain some public respectability for her is as vapid as everything she does and embodies. She and her family can buy as much press as she can, but respectability is always earned, never bought. I’m sure some of you supporters went to college, earned your degree, work hard in your job and may be living with every paycheck you get. Does it make any sense to idolize someone who doesn’t work hard, nor knows the concept of it, and shamefully earns more money from fools who don’t mind throwing money at her, while you work your tail off at your job? While some of you work hard and even make sacrifices to keep a roof over your heads and put food on your table, your, ahem, idol goes on lavish vacations while “escorting” old, rich billionaires purely for the dough. All sprung up from a lame sex tape, by the way. So you claim you have the “freedom” to idolize whomever you want to. Fine. I also have the freedom to think you like catering to bullshit, and that your ignorance is laughable.
And I’d like to know the real truth behind why Anna made this cover choice. Though it seems like someone dropped a little bombshell on Vogue‘s Facebook page:
This may be “insider stuff,” and, having ran a search on “Conde Nast”, I saw no news regarding these things. Nonetheless. If the editor-in-chief and publisher of Self magazine (a Conde Nast title, by the way) gets ousted for their own photo controversy that also drew national attention and outcry, then Anna could likely be next.
To Annie Leibovitz: I’m sorry you had to be the one to photograph those fools. You went from John Lennon and Yoko Ono in one of the most famous photographs in modern history to those setbacks to society for the worst Vogue cover ever. I heard you needed the money, but I wish you valued your dignity over your bank account in the first place. People can take money away from you, but they can’t take away your dignity if you stuck to your guns. If you want to redeem yourself, I suggest a trip to the Vatican, and while you’re at it, take Hamish Bowles (the unfortunate one who profiled Kim and Kanye) with you. There, confess your sins to the Pope, have him forgive both of you, then do a profile of him with your pictures, and you’ll be forgiven. As long as you stay away from the Ks from this point on.
So what’s next in Kim and Kanye’s Self-Absorbed Tour in the media? Kanye
forcing bribing asking People magazine to give his tramp a cover for their “Most Beautiful People” issue? Or ask Esquire for a cover on their “Sexiest Woman Alive” issue? Or ask Time magazine for a cover for both of them on their “People of the Year” issue? If only there was a magazine that’s not afraid to denounce jokes like these. Instead, it seems like magazine and its editors are more worried for their sales than their credibility. But must they resort to overhyped nobodies like KK to boost sales? Last time I checked, anything that had KK (or her ugly sisters) on their cover had horrible sales. (Though don’t be surprised if the K-family and their friends buy a bunch of these issues in an attempt to make the issue look like a “best-seller.”) Magazines–particularly women’s magazines–cannot be this celebrity-obsessed. Then again, something is just not right in this world when some people consider someone like KK and her ilk a “celebrity” and “interesting” in the first place. It all boils down to this saying I came up with: idiots begat idiots. So some people now want my head for me calling them an idiot for them following some talentless attention whores. Guess what:
Actually, what’s next for the two is for Kim to now deal with her pimp hubby being on probation and taking anger management classes. Maybe he was being too much of a “cultural provocateur” in the first place–Anna’s actual words for him, not mine! (Hey, Kanye is a pimp in a way. He
forced begged Anna–who made the big mistake of befriending this heinous case of a Napoleon complex in the first place–for a cover of his girl, and it looks like he’s still pimping her out. By the way, would Kim have made it on the cover on her own in the first place? Oh, she had to rely on a douchebag of her fiance for some help. Because she couldn’t do it on her own. “Strength of character” indeed.)
And, apparently, the people running Vogue’s Facebook page are doing their best to take out the hate comments while “boosting” their “likes”. (Also, if you do go to their FB page, they have since taken out all their threads regarding their April issue. Hmmm…)
Like a botched boob job, it is tough for Vogue to come back from this. They can give a cover to Princess Kate Middleton right after this, and it wouldn’t matter. The damage has been done. (I also have a feeling that respected actresses, singers, and models are going to spurn Vogue and take their cover aspirations elsewhere after this mess. Hell, if I was an award-winning actress and Vogue called me for a cover, I’d decline! I’ll wait for Anna to leave before I consider posing for Vogue!) The prestige, the class, the style that this magazine once stood for has gone out the window, now favoring sensationalism, dubious celebrity, and cheap, foolish hashtags. In this case, maybe Vogue is currently living up to its name. Its definition, after all, is “the prevailing fashion or style at a particular time.” If that’s the case, consider me out of style for good.
This is for you, Anna, and supporters of the worst Vogue cover ever: