I have been appearing less and less on the forum for a while, because the past couple of months seriously hindered my interest and love for fashion, and this cover (and a couple of others) and the whole direction of fashion are the reason why.
1. I do believe sincerely that Anna is not the problem here, it is the society as a whole, especially in America, her key audience. Checking Twitter, Insta, and Reddit (also, another reason why I decided to stay away from social media), it is clear that the pressure on her is huge. Vogue has always been very forward in term of catching up to the social trends, but right now I believe it is too much to handle even for Anna, (her in particular, because Vogue US is the most important one and everyone is interested in it, if they have any interest in fashion at all, even by saying just "Vogue" we all know someone means Vogue US, not any other Vogue), any other editor would do much worse to handle all of this, or cause a way bigger damage. People expect Anna to be feminist, promote diversity, support LGBTQ+, be sensitive, also show age diversity, and, to do all of that, remain commercial. To remain so, she must be very safe. I am not trying to be the smartest person in the room, but in 2020 being safe and commercial means obligation to have zero conceptual thinking involved for a consumer, or God forbid they will find something to ache over.
2. Before it was the dream, then it was the glamour, and now it is the subject. As long as subject will be central over the glamour + dream, fashion will rot. It applies to the whole industry. Gucci is the subject of Gucci with all the G pattern everywhere, Balenciaga is the subject of Balenciaga with whole sweaters being covered with huge Balenciaga logos, before that the subject of Gucci was a sexy, sensual woman, and yes, some accessories featured prints and logo, especially LV, but it was less about it. We did not need to have it written all over, we knew that red + green stripes are Gucci, we knew that bamboo = Gucci, sensual and sexy femme fatale = Gucci, now... Well, there is vintage grandma thrift store look (which I personally have nothing against), but there are so little pieces without Gs all over them, it is crazy. You know what? about 7-8 years ago when I were buying clothes I am looking for an interesting twist - colour, construction, whatever. Today? I am deliberately looking for pieces that do not scream "LOOK AT THIS BRAND", and I must say it is becoming hard to find.
Same comes for Vogue. Now it is not "Look at this Gucci dress J Lo in Italy is wearing", it is "Look at J Lo in Italy, wearing some pretty Gucci dress". As long as this continues, fashion magazines will fail as fashion magazines, but they would (probably) succeed as political magazines or social/news magazines.
3. Unfortunately for fashion, luxury is a dirty word now. You can have fun and wear expensive clothing, but in moderation. Gone are the days of opulence. There is no more proper luxury in Vogue US (Vogue Paris still tries sometimes). There are no more shots of Crystal Renn stuffing pasta with her bare hands into her mouth or Lara Stone cleaning some boy toy's face from the black caviar that its covered in.
4. This lack of concept is exactly what disrupts the dream. Any concept is there to dream, to tell a story, and now there is no story.
I actually did a two-year long research for my thesis with a complex statistical model that is soon to be published, and let me tell you – the statistics show that the dream of luxury is actually the primary reason people desire it, with aesthetics being second, and then the quality, conspicuousness and etc. come afterwards.
Being blatantly honest, and this is my personal opinion, nowadays there is not much to dream of, especially with social agenda coming above all else. Do I want to be some pregnant overweight woman? As for me - no. Do I want to wear dresses to be "woke" and show how "supportive and open-minded" I am? No. I want to be Edita Vilkeviciute in a black dress and Cartier jewels, standing on a f**king expensive yacht that my daddy owns. I want to be Naomi Campbell in a luxury hotel room with loads of expensive food on my bedside table and petals on the bed sheets. I want to be Tao Okamoto hanging out with my girlfriends and smoking cigarettes. Yes, I am a man, and I want to be a rich, skinny b*tch that has no time to care about problems or what others think and enjoys herself. I do not want to be a celeb that is just hanging out in front of some grey backdrop or, even worse, ugly mix of fabrics.
Frankly, I would rather prefer fashion to make me think, or even to make me sad or angry, rather than what is now - it does not make me feel anything. Yeah, okay, Frances McDormand in some ugly *ss hoodie God knows where or Paloma Elsesser being all about "body-ody-ody" in some random lake. No, thanks, I don't want that. I remember Amber by Klein, where she was shown in various ages, and even being "110" year old she looked sexy, rich, opulent, and all that, and at least that editorial told a story.
Perhaps there is a story in a German shepherd biting a torn stocking of a random model in Vogue Italia or a piece of mozzarella being artistically melted on someone's boobs in some Harley Weir editorial, but no, maybe I am too stupid, but keep that conceptual sh*t away from me, please. Making a dress look like a p*ssy or hanging random fabrics and then saying "Oh, those colours actually represent some ambiguous cr*p nobody really knows about, so I have to explain". No, that doesn't work, and never will.