Vogue is dead. And no one is talking about it.
Somehow we’ve found a way to ignore Anna Wintour being photographed with Lauren Sánchez Bezos, a clear indicator into a step towards the total capitalization of Vogue. Her presence proves something now that the fashion world has always tried to hide in some shape or form, but that is that, to some extent, money can buy style, or at least what the masses call style.
It’s become horrifyingly evident that fashion is now only seen through its monetary value, especially with the recent Matieres Fecales show titled “1%.” The main commentary I’ve heard thusfar about said show is that only the top 1% can buy it; however, they seem to be completely missing the point, which was that they used the clothes as an act of protest after lining the seats with those they were mocking. The point of every piece isn’t to sell. The point of every design isn’t to line shelves. Things can exist simply to be beautiful, or simply to evoke feeling.
In the past few years, even the Met Gala lacks the embodiment of pure emotion and effort that it did when I was young. They stopped picking the pinnacle of style and the arts to be invited years ago, and you can tell. With Anna’s recent spottings around our oh so hated oligarchs, we can expect a no-invite-new paid-ticket option to the Gala soon.
If you can buy style, and can only earn it through your money, then Vogue is so, totally dead.