Usually, when that curious white package slips through the door early in the month, my heart skips. It didn't this time as I found the package already laying on my bed when I got home that evening from work; my magazine was delivered on a Saturday morning surprisingly. But, after going through my ritual excitement Vogue dance, I was thoroughly disappointed to see Gwyneth Paltrow on the cover. I'm not a big fan of seeing celebrities on covers of fashion magazines, hence the reason why I promptly stopped buying Vogue US. I like to see models posing on the front, I mean it's only fair, right? Anyway. Flicking through the pages, and my disappointment grew and grew. Three uninspiring editorials featuring models Constance Jablonski, Karlie Kloss and Dorothea Barth Jorgensen, the latter shockingly resembling that horrific character from The Ring films. Not good. A feature on the late enfant terrible of fashion, Lee McQueen saved this month's issue from utter neglect, as did a snappy inclusion on eight upcoming females; actresses, models and photographers and the like, including Leah Weller, Zoe Zimmer and Josephine de la Baume in fantastic Louis Vuitton. Another perky article on the sudden injection and focus of fashion in the British pop industry by Guardian fashion editor Jess Cartner-Morley again lifted this article ennuyant but not to an exciting degree. The More Dash Than Cash feature was as drab as the issue itself and quite frankly this post reflects my utter disgust at the seemingly laissez-faire efforts of this month's contributors. So I'm not going to write anymore.
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