Call it my denial moment: I’m trying hard to concentrate on fashion news, shallow, and insipid fabric related bits in time and space. The big covers for the May 2013 issues have appeared, let’s talk about them, please, I’ve had enough of bloody pictures of senseless, brainless, pointless violence (my heart goes out to the Boston Marathon victims and their families)!
Did you notice that Freja Beha Erichsen was absent for the last catwalk season? Did you notice that she just freed herself from pictorial engagements for almost a year? Time is nothing but a written notion in fashion. Fabric-less, substance-less, meaningless.
However, beyond marking her comeback, this Vogue Paris May 2013 has nothing working in its favor. The pose is as strange as it gets, I can’t even tell which of her legs is up and the dress she’s wearing looks like a shredded bin of tissue paper glued randomly on granny’s black tulle dress. Of course it looks very eighties and ‘n’importe quoi’ but chic and couture? like the cover is saying? Not a chance! Overall – a cover mess. But then again, I may just be in a darker mood today…
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