Vogue’s July Issue features Marion Cotillard on the cover and touts a “Fall Fashion Preview” highlighting everything from “Lean Lines to Dangerous Curves.” Nothing particularly new there, but inside the glossy, on the page leading into the preview (which is called, “I Am Woman”, in case you were wondering), features a manifesto of sorts and is like nothing we’ve ever seen in fashion’s most famous bible.
Hear me roar. Hear me issue stock-purchase orders from the Wall Street trading floor. I am woman; I am not girl. I do not emulate the pop-burlesque fashion stylings of Ke$ha or Katy Perry. I do not aspire to PASSÉ MORNING-AFTER CHIC, with bird’s-nest hair and shredded leather leggings. No. Of Lana Turner and Barbara Stanwyck — and Lena Horne — I sing.
(Have you felt the smooth, snug tug of fine leather gloves being pulled on? Have you considered the REBELLION, the nonconformity, inherent today in a Marnie Eisenhower knit suit? Have you worn a crinoline lately?)
Reader, if you’re older than fourteen, fashion for fall 2010 offers more WEARABLE OPTIONS than it has in eons. Skirts fall below mid-thigh. Designers are giving us dead-cool-but-still-practical STREETWEAR UNIFORMS for work or school. Black-with-black is totally back.
Can we get an “Amen” up in here?
The whole thing reads kind of like some sort of sartorial beat poetry, but what we’re most surprised about is the outright animosity towards Ke$ha and Katy Perry. Not that we’re defending them as fashion icons of any kind, but it’s rare to see Vogue be so honest and, well, kinda snarky. It almost sounds like a blog!
Also, we’re not sure we’ve ever associated anything in Vogue with rebellion, but we get what they’re trying to say about schoolmarm style and whatnot. So, uh, go Marc?
[via Jezebel, which, by the way, has a scan of the page so you can really get a sense for their vehemency.]