I love all the excuses magazines make - that black people on the cover "don't sell" - which is a bit like saying that it's the readers' fault. So magazines have these not-inconsiderable powers to frame people, lifestyles and products as insanely desirable, yet somehow, they fail to be able to do this with black people. Well, I'll be darned.
Or I remember another instance, of a Vogue editor stating that black people made up so small a percentage of the country’s population, that there was no point reflecting them in the magazine’s content. Yet supermodels, Oscar-winning actresses, and millionaires are hardly commonplace, but there they are, everywhere. Because they're seen as representing something desirable. It's a feedback loop, an self-reinforcing set of images and values that constantly exclude "undesirables". Some might say that's the very essence of fashion, but it doesn't mean there isn't any space to make some sort of progress. Much as I love the escapist spectacle of fashion, a person's life is more important than a pair of shoes, and I'd rather make a difference in terms of the first, then be remembered for what I did with the second.