Ultra-chic fashion magazine, W unveiled its stunning October issue recently amongst a sea of various mediocre publications that could only aspire to capture half the elegance that W does (excluding the always fabulous Vanity Fair).
As doe-eyed actress, Anne Hathaway, graces the cover and inside pages looking more pale and delicate than ever, some of Hollywood’s most attractive (and strange) alpha males adorned the refined pages as well.
The legendary magazine informs readers of the latest happenings in art, culture, film, and fashion, so they can impress all of their fellow snobs with trend-setting knowledge over Dean and Deluca espressos and Gauloises.
Amongst pages of exquisite advertisements for lines such as Diane Von Furstenberg, Dolce & Gabbana, Marc Jacobs and Bottega Veneta are wistful tales of designer’s luxurious lifestyles and affecting accounts of actors and actresses off-screen woes.After rumors surfaced that The Devil Wears Prada actress Anne Hathaway’s boyfriend, Raffaelo Folleri, had partaken in fraudulent acts, the star was subject to intense media scrutiny, outlined in Danielle Stein’s disarmingly tender interview with the starlet.
However, the accompanying photos, taken by Mario Sorrenti, display Hathaway emerging as a powerful and lovely, only half shadowed by the woes of dismal circumstances of past.
The “Leading Men” feature, outlined in the magazine’s “Men’s Flash” section, seasoned actors Josh Brolin, Live Schreiber, Jason Butler Harner, Jaime Foxx, Ralph Fiennes and Richard Jenkins discuss not only their Hollywood past, but additionally, their promising future with box-office blockbusters to be released this autumn.
Although the supplementary photography showcases the actors in a straightforward manner, each man seems to hold up a wall, alluring reluctant to let reader’s in to see who they really are.While the “Behind The Scenes” portion holds brief backgrounds of W’s successful contributors, the “Accessories Flash,” portion displays key items that any fashionista will want to have in tow when walking into work at their fifth avenue office (or, you know, Fred Stewart’s Journalism 114 class).
The “Eye” scopes out up-to-the-minute events of the posh, like “Hampton’s Hush”, which displays aristocratic celebrities and socialites mixing and mingling outside of Jerry Seinfeld’s Hampton’s barn (where’s Kramer?).
A real “who was seen wearing what with whats- his-face where,” the “Eye” section is for all those celebutantes who didn’t get the invite. Sorry, Paris.
Littered with sophisticated fashion spreads, W flaunts emaciated models with solemn expressions, unrealistically sporting the latest and greatest in fashion in a green pasture at twilight. With pretentious poses and ethereal gazes, the world these models inhabit is one that doesn’t exist anywhere within the realm of our perception (or solar system). Nevertheless, no matter how fantastical and illusory the magazine may be, it serves as a sizable gate with wide open bars, allowing us average Joe’s (or should I say Josephine’s) a look into the discriminating world of the fashion elite.