What this boomer learned from the September 2020 issue of Vogue magazine

The September issue of Vogue magazine is traditionally a really big deal. It’s so prized, so anticipated, so revered that in 2009 an entire documentary film was created specifically in its honour called, what else, The September IssueAnd, for the past seven years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve penned an annual bitchy critique of Vogue’s September Issue. The 2020 edition arrived discreetly in my mailbox recently which in itself is noteworthy because a few years ago, weighing in at more than eight hundred pages, the postman rang my doorbell and handed it to me personally. I expected to see a Harrod’s truck in my driveway. It arrived with all the excitement we used to experience with the old Eaton’s fall catalogues. This year’s edition barely exceeds a measly three hundred pages when it turned up unceremoniously this year with the rest of my mail. The September Issue is the only reason I subscribe to Vogue. For the cost of just slightly more than a single month’s edition, I can get an entire year, including the big one. And I love to make fun of it.

What most offends and irritates me about Vogue magazine is its irrelevance. No longer a source of inspiration for aspirational followers of fashion like myself, it seems to have turned inward over the years. We can no longer browse its hallowed pages for hints of the latest fall and winter fashion for ourselves. It seems to speak to industry insiders and elite designers in a language that mere mortals are not meant to understand. The fashions are consistently weird, unwearable and unexplainable. The models are consistently, anorexically thin, ridiculously young and in no way do they inspire us to buy what they’re trying to promote.

The 2020 September edition of Vogue did have some surprises though. I was mentally prepared to bash it beyond reproach but Anna Wintour must have read my earlier BoomerBroadcast postings because there were some significant changes this year. They’ve taken Black Lives Matter seriously and while I didn’t do an actual headcount, easily more than half the faces featured were black or brown. They even christened this issue HOPE . . . A SPECIAL ISSUE. Kudos.

The September 2020 issue featured two covers.

There’s an entire feature called 100 Vogue Voices outlining one hundred industry insiders’ impressions of the future of fashion. Some were interesting; others were total rubbish. The ones that spoke most effectively to me were the ones that advocated less disposable fashion and a more sustainable approach to fashion. The September issue is usually heavily weighted toward advertising, which is fine, but the 2020 issue had more substantial editorial content than usual. Kudos, again. The fact that this issue was only slightly more than three hundred pages speaks to serious declines in advertising revenues.

This is not intended to be a complete spoiler alert or to discourage you from buying your own copy of Vogue’s September 2020 issue, but here are a few of my quick observations:

  • Tiffany and Chanel obviously market to women who are not like me. They’re rich, very rich. Maybe in my next life. But that doesn’t mean I can’t go to Chico’s and find a Celtic cross brooch that’s an ‘hommage’ to a Chanel style I saw and fell in love with in Vogue. That’s the value of Vogue to me.
  • Is there anything in this ad for Gucci that you like or can relate to? Perhaps the handbag has some merit but it’s photographed in shadow so it’s completely lost. There’s absolutely nothing in this photo that inspires me. If you can explain it to me, including why the model has a chicken on her right shoulder, please do.
  • I don’t think Fendi has ever produced a handbag I didn’t love. They’re not practical for toting off on my monthly Costco run but they’re lovely all the same.
  • Belinda Gates has written a thoughtful piece, Her Time, in support of women in leadership roles, citing countries with women leaders like Germany and New Zealand for their proactive stance on dealing with COVID-19.
  • Naturally, Vogue jumped on the facial mask bandwagon and featured several designer versions at the expected above-average price point.
  • Keisha Lance Bottoms, Mayor of Atlanta is a formidable woman who deserves our attention and support. Vogue agrees and dedicated an article to her.
  • British Vogue shared their picture of Captain Sir Thomas Moore, a 100-year-old British World War II veteran who raised more than £32 million for Britain’s National Health Service by completing 100 laps around the garden of his Bedfordshire seniors’ residence. It’s a tad gratuitous but thanks for giving him a full page. It proves one person can make a difference.
  • Ralph Lauren’s fall styles are predictable and in character.
  • Canada’s own Holt Renfrew had an ad but I’m concerned that the coat shown was made of real fur. Let’s not go there.
  • One of my favourite ads was Brunello Cucinelli’s two-page map of the world that appears to date from the 1600s. It’s captioned “From here I would like to resume the journey towards Universal Humanism.” I like that. It’s sad in retrospect, however, to witness how we’ve abused this planet in the last four hundred years.
  • This ad for a Valentino purse is an encapsulated expression of Vogue. I’m supposed to like the purse but the context is completely beyond my understanding. Is it a confused girl hiding out in a Russian public bath house? Is she being forced to share her body with strangers?
  • Max Mara rings my bells but, again, perhaps in my next life. My tastes and budget are out of sync.
  • Saks features an orange leather jumpsuit that would probably look great on JLo but my own experience with jumpsuits in the bathroom and sweating in leather precludes me ever buying a jumpsuit or leather again. JLo is welcome to it.
  • In a nod to gender diversity, the person in the Balenciaga ad appears to be non-binary. But, I could be wrong. I’m seeing more androgynous faces in magazines these days.
  • There are lots of yummy gowns featured, if any of us ever get to wear a gown again in this lifetime. Even without the pandemic, I doubt I’ll need to wear a gown again ever. Weddings are more casual now and I no longer have to attend charity fund-raisers and sit at a table purchased by my employer.

There’s lots more to like and dislike depending on your personal perspective. That is to be expected. Taste in magazine content is highly subjective. Both the editorial and advertising content are profoundly ageist which is always disappointing. I suspect most Vogue readers who are able to afford what they are peddling are more mature but they continue to feature waif-like teenagers. When the rare mature woman is shown, she’s always stick-thin which only makes the rest of us feel even worse about our changing bodies.

This year’s September issue is, however, lighter in advertising (no surprise), heavier in meaningful editorial content, and more relevant than usual. Which is unusual. I hope they keep reading BoomerBroadcast for guidance and inspiration. I am happy to be of service.

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Gail Czopka
Gail Czopka
1 month ago

Well you have done an outstanding write up…..brilliantly written. Love your new emoji 💕

Gail from Oakville

Last edited 1 month ago by Gail Czopka
Lynda Davis
1 month ago
Reply to  Gail Czopka

What would I do without your support!! Thanks, Gail.

MaryAnne
MaryAnne
1 month ago

Just don’t be giving that magazine to Terry when you are finished with it….. 😆

Lynda Davis
1 month ago
Reply to  MaryAnne

She’s at the top of my recycling list. She gets impatient when I’m late delivering.