Seeing VC devolved into this sickly pastel wallpaper of mediocrity this decade from the impressive, larger-than-life beginnings is one of the most tragic fashion publications of all the Vogues.
Ben Toms— more than any other of this new generation of shooters, never ceases to amaze me with his ability to drown me in a comatose state with his brand of scrapbooking and contact sheet aesthetic. Is it even an aesthetic when it’s so consistently meek and flaccid…?
If a gun was held to my head and I were forced o choose one edit, I’d reluctantly go with the Alicia and Daniel one; At least there’s some human contact, some warmth and a hint that they’re acknowledging each other, somewhat… What a pastel nightmare all these shoots are. I don’t even bother looking through VC anymore these days.