Essays On Vogue Magazine
When we look at the faces of these women, rather than just their skin tones, we can see that the covers feature more rich, lush colors and artistic, dramatic lighting. Another element to consider is the overall feel of the covers. Last year, Vogue’s parent company Condé Nast lost roughly 0 million, and the magazine’s younger sibling, Teen Vogue, ditched print operations in favor of internet-only digital covers. They’ve been scrambling for at least the last decade and have been forced to continually reexamine their covers — how they look, what they sell, and who they feature.
At this point in time, covers featured more rich, lush colors and artistic, dramatic lighting. In the late 1990s, Vogue’s editor-in-chief Anna Wintour made a big change and replaced cover models with cover celebrities — the conventional wisdom being that the most familiar faces would bring in bigger profits.
To investigate this, we looked at the covers of Vogue magazine, a bastion of fashion that has been reporting on and setting trends for over a century.
Vogue may be hiring women of many races, but are they representing women of all shades?
In an interview with The Ringer, Vanity Fair deputy editor Claire Howorth said “The aspiration has shifted to being not so much about material things but to a kind of cultural aspiration.” But as magazines fight for survival with dwindling resources and a shrinking audience base, that doesn’t mean they get a pass on being both thorough and thoughtful.
You may have noticed something curious about the five darkest models: three of the faces (a full 60%) are Lupita’s.
(Vogue did not respond to multiple requests for comment.) o analyze the last nineteen years of Vogue covers, we calculated how light a model’s skin looks in each photograph.
Today, there’s a trend to focus more on how a cover feels and less on what it sells.
Despite the grueling hours, the never-ending criticism, and the near-impossible tasks I was given, I know now that being an intern at was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. My initial takeaway was shallow: People in fashion are crazy. Watching my fellow interns scrambling to help models get dressed for yet another fashion show, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. I may not have felt as passionately about fashion as my coworkers, but I wanted to find something to consume me in that same way. They say one should never rule by fear, but being ruled by fear is what prevented my fellow interns and me from making the same mistake twice.
Fear is what forced us make the impossible possible.
Yet I could not stop merchandising from seeping into every part of my life. Staring at my closet every morning, I’d sort and re-sort my clothes—black shirts, brown shirts, neutrals, whites, colors. In my third year at Pomona College, I was an intern at was to assist stylists and photographers on photo shoots, help with events, and perform any and all menial tasks. For example: “Two butter lettuce salads from Joan’s on Third.
Please have the salads delivered here in 30 minutes.” At peak lunch hour, a delivery from Joan’s on Third can take between 45 minutes and an hour and a half.