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It's How You Look, and What You Wear
Date of Review: Feb 10, 2000
I adore Vogue magazine. I love it because I will never be able to afford those clothes; because I will never do my hair that way; because I will never put on quite that much makeup; because I will never ever meet that man; because I could never balance myself in shoes like that; and because I will never, can never, be a size negative three.
So Vogue is like a storybook for the grown up female mind--you're allowed to put yourself into different places, with different people. Whether it's running through a garden in seven inch spike heels (or whatever the trend is today), or being arrested in a fashionable boutique, you can be that girl and you can look that wonderful, if only for a moment, if only in your head. It's the same reason boys buy comic books when they're younger and pretend to be super-heroes.
Thinking and picking up this magazine is often times tough, eighteen dollars shelled out for expensive adverts and cologne drenched pages as opposed to some trashy beauty advise in Cosmo and more ways to please your man in bed--it's a hard decision to make. It's also a bit problematic though, only because so recently the models in the Gucci and the Prada ads are simply hideous. And it's not just those brands, it's everywhere. It seems that they're just looking for a 6'3" super skinny woman and not looking at her face anymore. Perhaps that's something I'm not getting, I'll be the first to admit when a female or male is simply gorgeous. But these girls are not. They look bedraggled, ill fed, and have faces they should be wearing garbage bags to cover. I may not have twigs for legs, but I think even I can place above a couple of the ladies who have been on the cover recently.
But Vogue is fun. It's a place to indulge yourself in the perfumed ads, in the height and the overall irresponsibility of it all. It's a place where all of your insecurities are reborn, and you realize why you can't afford to buy that Versace dress. But you can pretend. Vogue holds no relevance for the modern woman, or for any woman who doesn't have a trust fund below three million dollars. Some outfits are so impractical they make me want to laugh. But it's a magazine where all of that is put behind you and you can use your imagination and pretend you're looking that awe-inspiring at school or at work.
