A LITTLE BACKSTORY
I may not worship at the altar of Vogue like many of my contemporaries (VOGUE IZ BIBEL) and before I get called out for Vogue bashing, Vogue is a great magazine, and there are a number of top publications out there. Is it my favourite? No. Do I have respect for it? Well I did.
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I don’t tend to buy a lot of magazines, even though I love them, because it does get expensive, and I can get quite a few of them free. Most of the time I just want to look at editorials not flick through 200 pages of ads (I’m looking at you, W). When I heard that Tom Ford was guest editing Vogue Paris for their December 2010 issue, I yay-ered and went on a hunt to get it. Tom Ford is my number 1 gay that I wish wasn’t gay, but even though he is, I’d still be beardy for him. However…
After a fruitless couple of days, I finally procured a copy in the tube station. From initially not caring too much, I became frenzied in my quest to spend a fiver on some pretty glossy paper. And it does look fantastic.

Tom Ford and Daphne Groeneveld, shot by Mert and Marcus.
I WAS excited to curl up with my new Vogue, I was going to make a cup of tea (in the microwave – no kitchen at the moment) and sit down and devour some fashion without being distracted by any electronics. I knew Terry Richardson had shot some editorials for it which I wasn’t too jazzed about, but I wasn’t expecting this editorial, which actually had nothing to do with Terry Richardson either.


These girls are all six year olds.
Wow. Wasn’t expecting tiny pretty little girls with their faces caked in slap and baring a bit of leg. Granted, a lot of young ‘uns do like to play with make-up, but this is not a young girl playing in her mother’s or sister’s make up bag. The editorial goes on for about 16 pages of … embarrassment? Shock? Disdain? A bit of all three, as well and dismay and disgust. There are more pictures I was going to put in this post but I’ve chosen not to, as they are creepy as hell. With the addition of vests and t-shirts from French brand Petit Bateau, the girls avoid showing too much flesh on top (mostly), but opening a magazine and seeing a kid pout seductively at you – is not something I think is wholly appropriate.

The girl on the left reminds me of those child American beauty pageant queens, specifically those pictures of JonBenet Ramsey.
When looking for more information on this shoot, I found out that Daphne Groeneveld, cover of this issue, and touted as one of the top 50 models (according to models.com) is 15. I for one, first thought the cover was Lara Stone, and then finding out, thought I’d look into more of the work she’s done. In Paris, Milan, New York and London, there is a ban on under 16 models on the catwalk. But not enforced particularly well since she walked for Jil Sander, Givenchy, Gucci and opened Calvin Klein SS11 this year. When you know the right people, rules and guidelines don’t matter.
Mr Ford, please stick to designing clothes. I haven’t even touched on your shoots with Terry Richardson, but I’m not going to. I adore you (but maybe respect you a little less), but please Carine, don’t leave Vogue Paris come back!
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