How pleasing it is to learn that the big fat waste of space called American Vogue has suffered a 7% decline in ad pages for its September issue – traditionally the fattest issue of the year. It boasts a mere 674 pages thanks to the so-called credit crunch. Surely it is time to sack Anna Wintour on the grounds of her age – nearly 60 now – and should you remind me I’m supposed to be anti-ageist may I remind you of her merciless pursuit of youth and of young staffers over the decades. She has lived by fashion long enough.
The deification of Wintour – the “glacial fashionista” – by idiotic hacks (usually female) never ceases to amaze me. She was caught recently wearing the same dress on two separate occasions in public. This was taken as a sign that the credit crunch had finally got a hold on the consumer zeitgeist. I suppose if she suddenly drops dead that will mean the Russians are coming. Fashion, after all, is the cardiograph of the international soul (quote made up for satirical purposes).
The thought of mortality (“Dear God, send me a nice thin coffin”) takes my mind to the excellent work of Scott King (alias CRASH), an ex-creative director of Sleazenation among other things. I loved his How I’d Sink American Vogue exhibition at New York gallery PS1. The cover shown here is one of his assassination attempts on the monstrous bible of fashion. The link takes you to others. Click here
by Scott King