One of my biggest pet peeves (albeit a rather vapid one) has to do with the steady decline of American Vogue. Yes, I continue to buy it. Yes, its still culturally relevant. But after looking through back issues from the 60's, 70's and even 80's, the Vogue of today just doesn't compare.
Gone are the days when fashion photography served as a form of art. Helmut Newton, Irving Penn, Francesco Scavullo (you should Google if you're not familiar with their work, but beware--NSFW all around) all pioneered fashion photography into something more than selling clothing. Their visions were dark, mysterious, dangerous. Attention-grabbing, controversial, sexual. The fashion world should be about sexuality and decadence. This watered-down Vogue of today just can't compare.
Photographers used to incorporate models and clothing to tell a story, to create an atmosphere. Now? We get models jumping.
Page after page of models jumping. Issue after issue of models jumping. Interesting at first back in 2000. But eight years later...? Its tired. I need something more innovative. Something fresh! Come on Anna, spice it up a bit.
Thank goodness for Carine and French Vogue. At least I can still get some artistry with my fashion.
--JW
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