While in line to check out at the grocery store on Friday the woman in front of me picked up Vogue’s September issue and asked her mother why a magazine needed to be so big. This woman wasn’t dressed like she cared a bit about fashion so I understand. It’s huge! If you cut out all the editorials and such it would be one of those magazines you could roll up and put in your back pocket while you boarded the train. It’s not only full of ads but it’s also an anniversary issue.
I don’t subscribe to Vogue. I’m not interested in reading about the latest plastic surgery nor do I want to sit in my little apartment and look at pictures of fancy homes but the September issue is another story. I’m inspired by the spreads and the ads. There is much inspiration in there I can only look at it for about 15 minutes at a time before I have to put it down again. It takes me forever to get through and I’ll go back to it many times over the next 12 months to stir my imagination again and again.
So far the ad I am most disappointed with is the Ralph Lauren fragrance ad.
This is the same ad he used last year. Maybe he got busy. I haven’t really been impressed with any of his ads so far. They feel so dated. His ready to wear line for the last couple of seasons has been a a bit of a mystery to me too. I haven’t really loved the prints he’s used.
I didn’t mean this to be a Ralph Lauren bashing. I don’t know him and he must be doing something right to be able to keep going all these years. And if he’s reading right now (yeah right) I just want you to know that my son loves your polo shirts.
The ads I’m most excited about so far are the ones for Marc Jacobs.
I want one of these hats for winter. I hate the winters here and a hat like this would make it more bearable. I may have to make one. It’s not just the hats though, it’s the clothes and the make-up. I think I’m going to learn to crochet so I can make myself a wrap like this. I’ve already got the large safety pin for the closure. I’m serious about this and will post pictures either of my progress or when I’m done.
I hear the kids stirring so that’s my sign to go.