How's that ivory tower, editors of Vogue? Is it shaking yet? Are the cracks getting too hard to patch as they creep up from the masses you try to set yourself against, yet lord yourself above, yet rely on for revenue?
Such a paradox.
I don't particularly have an issue with you filling pages full of beautiful editorial content, gowns I can't do nowt but wish to afford, in settings that transport me to inspirational corners that I'd've never reached otherwise. I looked to your pages for imagery to stir the melting pot of ideas in my little creative brain, to show me that vast, wonderful scenes were actually feasible, a little bit of magic was possible. I was hopeful that one day I'd be able to do similar things, so I began to try. Countless others, my fashionable sisters and brothers, we all decided collectively that we loved this.