Luckily, before I got to throw Lara Stone in a box and lock it away ad infinitum, Carine made an effort and highlighted someone else instead: Laetitia Casta is the main model – feature of this Vogue Paris Decembre/Janvier 2009/2010 with no less than three pictorials.
And if memory serves me well, she had her baby this year (she was marvelously but oh-so-heavily pregnant at Cannes 2009, wasn’t she?) so that makes it even more interesting to see her Vogue Paris work! (the story continues right after the jump with more images, you can skip to the gallery here)
Being the guest – model – editor of the issue, Laetitia took full advantage and went all kinds of artistic ways on us. Starting with the Louis Vuitton-esque cover picture (doesn’t it all remind you of Madonna’s LV campaign?), the cliché goes round and round. I like Laetitia, I do not like the autumnal-esques colors of the main Mert & Marcus feature (the pictorial which gave the cover) nor do I appreciate this digital enhancement era of photography. Art can be done on so many levels, why only see as far as a mouse Photoshop – click away?
After the mainly theatrical pictorial signed Mert and Marcus, a bohemian, ranch-esque Laetitia rolled over. Which could have been perfectly fine if she could express more than boredom, perfect platitude at a very close range to sadness; instead of pulling out the nostalgic look for the village she once spent her childhood holidays, Laetitia looks bored out of her modelling minds. After the mainly theatrical first pictorial, this doesn’t make it better.
The third pictorial comes as an ode to Yves Saint Laurent whom Laetitia was very close to. Professionally. She was his every-show bride, his muse. Laetitia chose to be photographed in her Paris home, with few key – Yves – designs. Mostly black and not closely embracing her body (after all, she only gave birth to her daughter, Athena, at the end of August 2009), her chosen YSL wardrobe for the pictorial doesn’t bring back all the Saint Laurent spirit. But then again, it’s her vision, her way to sing the YSL praise.
Though I love Laetitia Casta and I won’t hide my satisfaction when seeing a “real” woman in the uber-glamorous pages of Vogue, I wish I’d seen a more festive focus of this December/January 2009/2010 issue. Instead I’m bound to a romantic, dreamy feeling poised with obscure staged self-loving, country – side natural life delusions. Thankfully there’s the Yves pictorial to bring things to a close-to normal floating line! This, my lovelies, it’s my vision, thus I invite to state your own: let’s dissolute the magic around Laetitia’s Vogue Paris! Let’s shred it to pieces or place it on a pedestal! (photos via)