I am a subscriber so I feel I am entitled to a rant.
This weeks New York magazine contains the most pretentious load of crud I have read in a long time. The Spring Fashion issue includes a less-than-flattering photo shoot of Kate Moss and then the following examples of content that had me nearly throwing up on the subway this morning.
Example one – They ask gal Dasha Zhukova (modelling a $59,500 dress) “Where did you grow up?” To which she responds – “Moscow and Los Angeles, but I mostly live on an airplane.”
Oh. How. Faaaabulous. Please spare me!
Example two – in the same shoot they ask an I’m-so-cool-chick Pamela Love – “Where are you from and what do you do?”
Her response? “I’m a jewelry designer and I live in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I’m also a painter, and I play drums in this psychedelic garage-rock band, Scorpio Rising.
The constant namedropping of Williamsburg in these articles is like fingers down a blackboard for me. But a psychedelic garage rock band? That takes the cake.
Example three – A vox pop with Stylist, Anette Gabriel.
Simple question – “Where’s your hat from?”
Response – “The hat, I believe, is Missoni. And the glasses, they are Dior.”
Wait a tic… they didn’t ask about your glasses!
Then chuck in a whole feature story on the male models/brats of fashion week and enough is enough. The only special aspect of this issue is they have managed to squeeze an infinite amount of annoying people doing stupid poses into 184 pages.
Cannot wait to get back to normal reading with the next issue. Hopefully.