Okay, I'm willing to sound picky to the max saying that I've never missed Natasha Poly on a Vogue France cover (and never will, proof is in this very same cover-pudding) but still miss her on Vogue Paris covers.
I still don't get how this magazine aims to survive. Hey, the beast does actually suffer a lot, it's kinda big time to put it down, no?
First we got all the most random cover topics ever possible. Alright, I took nonsense as the new direction. But lately, someone woke up there and realised there is a bunch of nostalgic people with a few bucks to spend in their glossy when key-words like 'Natasha Poly', 'Steven Meisel' or 'Lara Stone' or even 'Iselin Steiro' appear somewhere on the cover. Even on low-class full-diet budget, I'm hundred percent sure they could have produced something a million times better than this masquerade.
Where will this stop? Will we see one day a Vogue cover like 'AI-recreated Ruslana wearing a blend of Miu Miu's and Balmain's latest items' ? I hope not but as the bad-taste train's pace is set to keep its full speed for a while, we should fasten our seatbelts for the next level of disgusting lows.