someone just paid $42,000 to hang out at vogue.

Well more like $42,500 to be exact. For a week.

I know that working at Vogue is a highly coveted job for those involved in (and sometimes even out of) the fashion industry, but good LORD. Is Vogue worth that much? Maybe French Vogue, or Vogue Nippon, or any of the other overseas version of the magazine, but in my humble opinion American Vogue isn't worth this much. Maybe I'm wrong, and I'll soon eat my words, but I'm a getting a bit weary of American fashion magazines. Yesterday while reading Harper's Baazar out of the corner of my eye I spotted my worst nightmare; Kim Kardashian naked and "untouched" speaking about what it means to be comfortable in your own skin. Not that anything is wrong with this, I've seen her in many magazines, but the caliber of magazine is very different. It's one thing for a actress, designer, photographer, singer, author, or someone who actually does something to be in those pages, but Kim K? Really? Can someone say grasping for straws? So to sum the ridiculousness up, someone paid a substantial amount of money to hang out at Vogue, meet Anna Wintour, and help out around the office for $42,500, and I'm tired of American fashion mags. That's about it.

vogue paris march 2010: grands garçons

It is in my wildest dreams that my offspring are this cool. Perfect. [ru_glamour]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Although I really hate reading gossip sites, I can't ever stop myself from seeking their slimy knowledge (cough) every solitary day from the inner sanctums of my bedroom after my first cup of coffee and before I take a shower. With that being said, you can learn a lot from gossip blogs. Not that any of the information they claim to have found should be taken serious, but you can learn more reading those seedy sites, than any watered down magazine. Today I learned that GIANT magazine has closed their doors for good. I'm not entirely sure if it's true, but if it is this disturbs me for various reasons:

1) When I decided that I wanted to work for a magazine I made a list of the top ten publications I'd like to start and finish my career at. Of these ten publications, three (Missbehave, Vibe, and now GIANT) have already shut down. What's a girl to do?! Vogue may be the job "a million girls would kill for", but I've never been one of those girls. It seems limited and a little far fetched. Plus I think Vogue is boring and repetitive (don't act like it isn't true).

2) As we all know the age of print publication is dying. Actually, I think it's cold dead body is already in the ground. We can't even blame it on the economy anymore, people just aren't buying magazines like they use too. That scares me because I relied heavily on magazines such as GIANT, Missbehave, and Vibe for inspiration, and now that they're gone it makes me wonder whose next, Complex? Interview?

I think a lot of people would be surprised at how many magazines I have just laying around my house. I collect them, I keep them, I reference them. I've got stacks of Vanity Fair, NYMag, Interview, V, and W magazines covering the walls of my bedroom keeping me company. I even framed the cover of the last issue of Missbehave...I'm THAT crazy.

R.I.P. GIANT. You may be gone, but the three years of issues I've got laying beside my bed will keep me company until you return.

I'm going to go cry now.

vogue italia beauty editorial november 2009.

Such beautiful work by Emma Summerton for Italian Vogue November 2009. When editorials display women as strong vibrant creatures it makes me very happy. One of the best of this year, for sure. [coutequecoute]

dear anna dello russo.

Hi Anna!

Look, I know you probably get this all the time, but I really like you. You're one of those people I can't ever seem to peel my eyes away from because your sense of style is so refreshing, so unique, so...not of this world. I'm sure that looking your best comes with the territory of being the editor of Japanese Vogue and has afforded you all kinds of luxuries, namely your closet consisting of 4,000 pairs of shoes, but Anna I've got to take a moment and be honest with you. I'm just going to come right out and say it: HOW OLD ARE YOU?! Seriously. I love to look at you, because I never really know what I'm going to get. Is it the Anna who is prim, pristine and looks like a fashionable 40 year old? Is it you looking better in Emilio Pucci than I ever will? Or is it the Anna in a blue sequined Balmain dress looking like a mom playing dress up? See, you never really know. Maybe if I had an idea of how old you were I could stop obsessing about it and just enjoy...you.

Love Always,
Dee