Friends, tomorrow is the big day — at least according to fashion-maven/blogger Claudine, who told me so on Saturday. August 14th is the day big, fat September Vogue hits the newsstands, and if I'm wrong I am going to feel like an idiot.
Today, however, I received the latest New York Magazine in the mail, and it's the Fall Fashion issue. And I noticed something strange flipping through it, particularly the fashion ads. Can you guess what it is?
What the heck is wrong with these models -- or perhaps whoever directed and/or chose these shots? Would it be too much to crack a smile now and then? You don't have to show your teeth.
Look, I am not naive. OK, maybe a little naive. I understand that not every model has to be smiling in every fashion photo. The human face can register a wide variety of emotions. Suzy Parker didn't always smile in the Fifties.
Or Twiggy in the Sixties.
Or Brooke in the Seventies...and so forth.
But they didn't look like they'd just witnessed a shooting. We strolled past one on MPB Day and we were still giddy an hour later — though not about the event itself of course. So why don't models smile anymore? When did it become uncool to look — dare I say it? — happy? Why the endless zombie, deer-caught-in-headlights, catatonic stares?
One of the things I've noticed about sewing blogs is that they seem to be full of happy people. Sunni, Casey, Gretchen, Debbie, Debi, Laura Mae, and so many other sewing bloggers, smile almost all the time. Even in their wadders, they smile. I know an unsmiling picture can be equally stunning (though not so much when you're over 40; your neutral face shows and that can be scary, am I right?). But you rarely see a professional model smile anymore, and they probably have better teeth than the rest of us.
Readers, is it just me? Are stone-faced models perhaps less distracting, helping you pay closer attention to the clothes? Half the time in these ads you can hardly even see the clothes; it's just about an attitude. What kind of attitude is it when you're in a beautiful locale, wearing gorgeous clothes, carrying to-die-for accessories — AND you're young -- and you can't even grin a little? What is the message here? (Parenthetically, the swankier the clothes, the less happy the models seem to be wearing them. You're much more likely to see a model smiling in an ad for Banana Republic or J.C. Penney.)
In closing readers, this is another one of those things I just don't get.