That hussy Camille had nothing on me

(The consumptive courtesan, not the esteemed cultural critic.)
Well, no, Shopgirlove does not have consumption. But she does have a slight ague...she thinks. She's not sure what the ague is, exactly, but she thinks she might have it. That would explain her fugue. Whatever that is. The point is that Shopgirlove is home sick with a fever, aches, a sore throat, and fatigue. Confronted with the ague, the fugue, and the fatigue, Shopgirlove decided to read her May issue of Vanity Fair. Her subscription was a gift from the Fish, who lovingly supports Shopgirlove in a hopeless addiction to Dominick Dunne, can you say enabler? And where is D.D.? The latest issue is truly a test of how far V.F. can go before it loses it's audience.
May, you see, is the "Green Issue". Gracing the cover? The King of the World! of course. Sex symbol? Is the inside of a carton of homogenized milk sexy? Is pre-pubescent brooding sexy? And what to make of the concept of "green jewelry"? Who are we kidding? A half-page devoted to labels is utterly subsumed by 100 plus pages of advertising.


Dear Vanity Fair,

You are preaching to the choir.
Trashing Rush Limbaugh and photoshopping cute little polar bear cubs onto your cover does nothing to contribute to any real debate about the state of the earth.
Why not challenge your readers? Do an expose on recycling and the fact that cities promote it for profit despite the detrimental impact it has on the environment.

But telling us about the soignee Lauren Bush is obviously more important. And ever so much more easy.

By all means, go green!

While I loved the piece on Moss, I can't say you were there first. The Bobby Kennedy raptor piece piqued my interest, and I loved learning about my neighbor architects, Park and Hong (oh no, wait, that was the New Yorker). Right, the Kissinger article? Not bad, but au courant?

I will suspend judgement until June. Be warned, however, that I will not ask my friend to renew my subscription to your publication if you do not:

a) Bring back Dominick Dunne

b) Grow a pair

Love,

Shopgirlove