Bloggermeister 2000: March 2010

So over the weekend I saw "The September Issue" and trooly I was glamorized by all the shiny objects and skinny people making big decisions. I've always associated fashion and rich snobs with New York and therefore with my youth & escapism. Even the couple of trips I'd made to New York City & my time as a resident of Manhattan were pretty glossy in an indie-rock kind of way. I never went to Brooklyn- I barely even made it out of the Village in my 2 months of living there! I subscribed to Vogue for a while when we moved out to the sticks and wrote a song for Anne Hathaway after seeing "The Devil Wears Prada". (It's called 'Annie' and is not about Anna Wintour.) That said, I even kinda dug Anna Wintour and her giant bob and tiny bird-like shoulders and relentless perfectionism. That is, until later in the weekend as I fell asleep during a pretty-heavy pot cookie buzz. It came to me out of the dim visuals I was having on the couch: Anna Wintour loves FUR. Anna Wintour is probably the biggest fur advocate on the planet (excluding bears & tigers & stuff like that.) Anna Wintour is an advocate of trapping, killing and skinning countless animals for a completely frivolous product. Fur is inhumane on all levels. Whether the animals are considered endangered or not is beside the point. The fur trade causes unnecessary suffering for animals all over the planet. Fur is the ultimate extension of vanity eclipsing compassion. It's not warmer than modern synthetic fabrics- when professional mountain climbers or search-and-rescue teams go to work in arctic environments, they don't wear fur. It's a neurotic extension of humanity's desire to hold dominion over the natural world. In the wild, animals kill each other and eat each other but they don't parade around in the skin of their prey.
All this has me re-evaluating Anna Wintour not as a powerful business-woman who's made her way to the top with savvy instincts but as a deeply flawed person with a frozen little black pebble for a heart.
Meanwhile, during the recent fashion week, fur has reigned supreme on the runways. The only bright spot was supplied by Karl "Der Kaiser" Lagerfeld's Chanel collection which featured models clad from head to toe in FAUX fur. Faux. Fake. Not real. Nothing had to be hunted, trapped and killed for these clothes- except maybe a few models.