US Vogue is beyond weird these days...I enjoyed Steven Klein and Jamie Hawkesworth's stories in the previous issues (particularly the one in March), but the overall magazine looks like it's going through gastric bypass as each issue goes on. Slimmer, slimmer and slimmer. So much pointless content inside when I flick through in the shops as well.
Then you have all of these awful stories in this issue. What in God's name is that Nigel Shafran piece with a washed up 90s actress? Yet they managed to secure God Lorca diCorcia, and even though his edit is very stiff and a bit lacking, it's still a million times better than whatever else's going on here.