Thanks, Oprah.
Our universes collide in a piece in, of all places, O Magazine, which we found courtesy of The New Yorker Book Bench, one of our favorite non-fashion blogs.
Behold this little gem here:
For the TL;DR crowd: In which a poet who can barely afford to eat because she is a poet gets treated to a full on fashion photo shoot.
The pretty much incredulous response from the poet (“I kept skidding around on sand. In fact there was a man nearby who did nothing but keep the sand looking good with a rake. In another corner a fan was blowing. A blowing fan with sand on the ground while you are encouraged to smile is interesting.”) shows us that a fashion job is truly kind of insane.
We think it’s well-documented that in the THC universe fashion and literature are twin stars. We read everything we can get our hands on and everyone knows that the cherry on top of our year, twice a year, thank g-d, is the Document in AnOther Magazine. And we do a lot of work with words.
So, amazing: Oprah, who we usually profess we don’t care for but admire because how can you not – brings together both in this tight little package because she can because she’s Oprah and we get, um, such unadmiring words about it from the poet.
We have no idea what we’re trying to say except: we’re glad we get to live in and enjoy both worlds.
by April | March 2011
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