After blurry, obscured photos of Taylor Swift’s Vogue cover emerged, you know the kind where some miscreant in the industry held their camera phone over it and anonymously sent it out. Same situation with Lindsay’s Playboy cover, remember?
None of that matters now because I can hardly believe people couldn’t just wait till the real cover came out, and it did a few days later along with the entire spread.
Yeeeeehaaaaw, this shoot makes me think that Vogue should be individualized per state. This, for instance is Vogue Alabama circa 1977, bathrobe caught in lawnmower? Check. Floppy hat? Check. Heartache? Check.
She tells Jonathan Van Meter, “I think I am smart unless I am really, really in love, and then I am ridiculously stupid…There’s just been this earth-shattering, not recent, but absolute crash-and-burn heartbreak.”
Her idols? Caroline and Ethel Kennedy, whom she was “starstruck” upon meeting, and Kris Kristofferson. “He’s just one of those people who has been in this business for years but you can tell it hasn’t chewed him up and spit him out. He just seemed like the human embodiment of gratitude.”
[Would you be offended if I said she looks like one of Charles Manson’s girlfriends?]