"Bred" is the word for it, as it would probably help more to have the right parents, sisters, cousins and husband(s).
I have to be a dissenter about the Gisele cover, I adore her when she's superglam, but I don't find it appealing, on account of the dull tones, the beauty styling that fails to flatter the shape of her face, and whatever's going on with - or in - the hair (it looks like she's borrowed Cameron's special hair gel for the occasion).
But I have an old POP with her on the cover, an issue which I loved, and that's what I'm probably comparing this to. I'm probably comparing every issue of Love to POP, which really represented something different to me at the time, and introduced me to Mert & Marcus before their aesthetic became commonplace. I remember how much I loved getting hold of it, I can recall entire editorials. I did stop buying it near the end, when it seemed like a magazine made by unhappy people. But in general, I liked it, I would get it, I kept it.
In comparison to POP, Love seems more of a self-indulgence, an in-joke where the attitude is that it doesn't matter if you don't get it, because you're not in this gang - but somehow you should still be interested in what they've been doing. And that's why I find it so hard to like. You can't fault the production values, you can't fail to appreciate the top names involved in the content, but there's something missing in the connection between the magazine and me.
No. God, no.
