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I love the editorials by Vanderperre and I&V, the one by I&V could have been for next month and any of the pics would do an amazing april cover.
Willy finally decides to expand his style and his idea is to rip-off Jeff Bark? Okay....
They can’t be serious with “Mean Streets”. Apparently April fools came early this year.
"THE NINE DAUGHTERS"
Vogue Italia, March 2018, n.811, pag. 36A world-famous girl pictured by a young photographer in the kitchen, at the first light of dawn without make-up and wearing slippers. And another hardly known girl immortalised in a Giorgio Armani haute couture dress, in the bright light of a studio by the greatest fashion photographer of all time.
The distance that separates this issue’s cover, featuring the American model Remington Williams, from last month’s cover, dedicated to Gisele Bündchen, says a lot about the spirit of the new Vogue Italia. For some magazines, the quiet repetition of a formula is the key to their pact of confidence with their readers. But thanks to its solid tradition, Vogue Italia can afford a great luxury in the publishing world: to appear on newsstands with a totally different story each month, sometimes even opposing what came before, without losing its identity in the process. Always different, always Vogue. At heart, I think the task of a print magazine in the digital age is not to give readers what they already know or expect (a search engine or algorithm will suffice for that), but to offer them the emotion of surprise and the unexpected. It’s a bit like seeing old photos emerging from a drawer (p. 185), patching together clippings from a journey (p. 174), or producing a symphony from objects collected here and there (p. 178).
It’s rather like describing the future by starting from the past. This happens several times in the issue you are about to read.
It starts with Carla Sozzani’s recollections of Azzedine Alaïa, the story of a lifelong friendship, a boundless talent, and the threads sometimes woven together by the memory.
It concludes with the article by the Pulitzer Prize-winner Michael Cunningham dedicated to Alexander McQueen, and to an unexpected love story that blossomed in the halls of a museum one afternoon a few years ago.
In the middle, we’ve made space for a far from incidental return: the reappearance of couture on the pages Vogue Italia, with the photos of Steven Meisel who hasn’t shot “Alta Moda” in ten years. In fact, at a time when digital marketing beguiles us into thinking we’re all different, when it actually wants us all the same, haute couture is the distant yet vital symbol that proves all things are not equal. Some objects and situations are objectively unique, and worth wishing and waiting for. (As an interesting paradox – 50 years on from ’68 and after various spells of see-now-buy-now fashion – we once desired everything right away, but one wonders if we might end up wanting only the things of value, and waiting as long as necessary.)
Lastly, three outstanding Italian maisons delve into their past. Their histories are buzzing with energy and, one might say, even sentiment, as Angelo Flaccavento explains on p. 394. Indeed, some defend tradition for fear of change, while others use tradition to make sense of the future, establishing an emotional connection with people who were around at the time, and paradoxically even more so with those who are too young to have been there, but who know what they missed.