by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Let me be clear — I’m a middle aged CIS white male living in oblivion in the middle of nowhere. No need to listen to me on anything, much less Anna Wintour.
But as someone who has aspirations to be a fashion photographer (one day) I do keep less-than-casual tabs on the front cover of Vogue Magazine. The last year or so, I’ve noticed how…blah…the magazine’s front covers have become, especially in the context of British Vogue.
British Vogue continues to give us the feminine spectacle we have come to assume is standard with a Vogue cover. Some of the British Vogue covers really are great and make your eyes light up with joy when you see them. American Vogue covers, meanwhile, are rather drab in comparison.
What the what?
Anyway, Anna Wintour is now 72 years old and, logically, she would retire and let the editor of British Vogue take over. But we all know that’s not how the real world works. Wintour remains a very powerful icon in the fashion industry and she is a spry 72, so she could probably keep her vise grip on American Vogue for at least another decade.
Or she could fired, which would be one of the most shocking events in modern magazine publishing if it happened.
Regardless, no one listens to me. I suppose if there’s a coup and the editor of British Vogue takes over the flagship Conde Nast magazine that my long-time celebrity crush Alexa Chung would have a new, an unexpected “in” with American Vogue. British Vogue seems to really like Ms. Chung.
