Last night we went to see September Issue—I know, hard to believe I’d be interested in it if you had even a small glimpse of my seriously non-styled wardrobe.
Once upon a time I was very fashion conscious and made all my own clothing, everything from dress shirts to tailored winter coats. Most of that slipped away when I was in graduate school: I was too poor to afford good fabric, too busy with words, and too surrounded by people who were overtly anti-fashion. (One week’s shocking rumor was that one of the professors was so profligate as to have a subscription to Vogue.)
Even so I’d buy the fashion magazines, most often in the fall. Needless to say I’m kicking myself for recently discarding my little hoard of September Vogues after watching Wintour and Coddington exercise their powers. This bit got a fair number of giggles from the late afternoon crowd.
If I'd held on to my copy of September 2007, I could be selling it on eBay for about 50 bucks. Instead my copy has joined legions of its fellows and has been shredded and recycled.
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