It’s the most wonderful time of the year in the magazine world. September issue of any fashion magazine is twice as thick as it should be due mainly to an unusual number of pages devoted to fashion spreads and ads. I always get so excited in September. This month – and please bear in mind that we are only half way into September – I bought a total of 15 fashion magazines, though I have a feeling that this number is going to increase considerably before the end of the month.
I am a self-confessed magazine junkie. I read anything I can get my hands on – starting with fashion magazines bien sûr to music, interior design, travel, politics and even those free airplane magazines that I sometimes forget to put back into the pocket of the seat in front of me.
My favourite September issue of all time – the one I long for with bated breath – is the September edition of American Vogue which, this year, sports a record-breaking 840 pages. What can I say? I loooooove Vogue. It is by far my favourite fashion magazine, though I am also fond of the French Jalouse and of course Elle.
When I first came to France three years ago and proudly purchased my first ever French Vogue, I was slightly disappointed to say the least. The only Vogue I ever knew was Anna Wintour’s American version and I always venerated that magazine as the fashion bible. When I discovered how drastically different French Vogue was from its American counterpart, I felt confused. Although American Vogue has a distinct style, even in terms of the fashion spreads, French Vogue is edgier, funkier, more rock’n’roll. I was disappointed because I realized that not all Vogues are the same but now, in retrospect, I’ve come to realize that it’s actually a good thing. It’s refreshing to know that wherever you go (wherever Vogue is available, that is) you'll always find something different.
My favourite September issue of all time – the one I long for with bated breath – is the September edition of American Vogue which, this year, sports a record-breaking 840 pages. What can I say? I loooooove Vogue. It is by far my favourite fashion magazine, though I am also fond of the French Jalouse and of course Elle.
When I first came to France three years ago and proudly purchased my first ever French Vogue, I was slightly disappointed to say the least. The only Vogue I ever knew was Anna Wintour’s American version and I always venerated that magazine as the fashion bible. When I discovered how drastically different French Vogue was from its American counterpart, I felt confused. Although American Vogue has a distinct style, even in terms of the fashion spreads, French Vogue is edgier, funkier, more rock’n’roll. I was disappointed because I realized that not all Vogues are the same but now, in retrospect, I’ve come to realize that it’s actually a good thing. It’s refreshing to know that wherever you go (wherever Vogue is available, that is) you'll always find something different.
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