I finally got my subscription copy - it’s around 260 pages, a good thickness for a modern-day magazine. You don’t get Edward putting out any of those 98-page pamphlets which are a sorry excuse for a print issue.
But, as has been mentioned, he’s got nothing much to say about Brexit or any particularly British-based problems in his editor’s note… it’s not British Vogue, it’s 51st State Vogue. Next month we’ll probably have Beyonce on the cover, talking about events in America like they’re the most important thing that’s happening to people in London or Glasgow or Belfast. No, the most important thing to Edward is that America keeps remembering that he exists. And that he's ready.
Karen Elson’s done a book, but it’s £50. Fifty quid! For reprinted photographs and a series of ‘intimate essays’? She’s done great work, and she probably has a lot of interesting things to say – but this book could probably be half that price.
The one-page Archive feature is usually the high point of each issue for me – this time, Robin Muir looks back at October 1973 and Helmut Newton’s poolside party shoot – you’ve seen it, you know it. It’s the one with Grace Coddington.
All the other pages of this issue… I don’t mind the contents, but not enough to keep them around any longer than the end of this week.
