So it's happened.
Kim K has beaten VB in the race to reach
front cover status at American Vogue. And by golly it's caused a stir.
I love the Kardashians in the same
nonsensical way that I love pizza without liking cheese or tomatoes.
Some thing's really don't have to
make sense ya know?
I guess the same thing can be said for Kim
and Kanye's appearance on the cover of American Vogue. Oh wait, hang on, that
one does make sense. Yes, despite what the rest of the world seems to be
blathering on about, this whole event makes perfect sense.
Here's the math: Take the notoriety of
said couple, mix that with the gumption of Vogue - the bible - and voila a
monumental piece of social and cultural history is born.
You could say I'm exaggerating. Getting caught up in the buzz.
And yes I probably am.
But how often do you see the word and
reasonings of 'The Bob' being scrutinised to such a great extent?
Anna Wintour famously declared that no
reality 'star' would ever feature on the cover of Vogue. Yet, lo and behold
here we are, talking about how that very thing has happened.
Kim, all doe eyes and exotic beauty holds
centre stage, clad in what looks suspiciously like a wedding dress, while
Kanye looks leeringly, I mean lovingly, on in the background. It's cute.
But why is the fuss centred on them? It's
been blown more out of proportion than Kim's waist in comparison to her
ass.
Regardless of her x-rated beginnings
and her reality star upbringing, Kim is a fashion icon. She pretty much is
the embodiment of 'figure hugging'. Owning her body and selling it to it's
maximum potential. However, in recent months Kim has become somewhat of a
Khameleon (see what I did there?), I like to call it the Miley Cyrus effect
(although with a bit less tongue) and what is fashion if not a celebration of
reinvention? So why shouldn't Kim of the Kardashian Klan be crowned with the
Vogue title?
As has been rumoured throughout their
relationship, Kanye has been cited as the driving force behind Kim's ascension to the helm of the fashion world, and supposedly goaded Anna into this grandiose event.
Oh yawn! As if Anna of the stalwart composition needs any guidance in such
matters as these.
Anna knows what's what. She's down with it
(case in point, a hash tag featured on the cover, nuff said) plus what's more
gangsta than sunglasses worn inside?
In the words of Kanye, we're all
going gorillaz and if you don't know what that means, it's okay, "no
one knows what it means, but it's provocative, gets the people
going".
And as the above philosophy would suggest
maybe Anna and Kanye do have more in common than just a love of shades, because
whatever way you spin it, we're all going gorillaz over this.
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