Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Oooh la la


Do you ever get caught up in your own small world so much
that when you stumble across something larger; more involved with the world at large,
 that it feels like you've been awoken again? 
I feel that way periodically.

I can plan on that feeling coming every month when my Vogue subscription arrives.

Yes.
Vogue.

Its true that the most expensive article of clothing I possess
(besides my wedding dress) is an Arcteryx shell jacket and
maybe a pair of leather riding boots, both were bought on sale
and neither of those things tip the scale over a few hundred.
More often than not, any piece of clothing in my wardrobe can be traced back to a 
clearance rack or seasonal sale. 

Why then, do I ogle and squeal over a magazine that makes $4,000 handbags seem 
common-place, if not essential?


Its the art of it all. The colors and shapes.
The feeling that the magazine portrays through its photos and ads.
I find myself having a little bit better posture as I read or even just catch a glimpse of it
sitting on my nightstand. 

Did you know there are articles in there? Really. I laugh a little when I make the comparison between a fashion/shopping addict cradling a Vogue and a beer-bellied guy with a Playboy
They read it for the articles. But for real, that's why I read it.

The topics that they cover, from introducing up and coming designers or delving into the inspirations
behind charismatics like Raf Simons or Peter Dundas.
Google them. I did too.
Call me crazy, but every time I read an article covering a globally influencing designer,
 I feel a stir inside like I'm excited to be seeing into that persons sphere for a moment.
Sure, I have to read some of the sentences a few times to grasp what they are trying to say and I've had to Google a few names to get caught up on what the articles are referring to, but I love it.
I want to be more of it and have it in my life.
Did you know the work cubicle was designed by Herman Miller in the 60s and was influenced by the Eameses who largely introduced the clean lines and functionality of mid-century modern?  
Vogue opened my eyes to that. It makes me feel a little cooler and connected
each time I get to work and see the grey fabric lined walls of my work space.

So even though I can't pronounce half the names printed on its pages and
I will never in my life understand how a woman in today's world
can feel ok about themselves spending $800 on a tank top,
I will read on and let the artistry of it all fill my world with a little more color.



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