The mammoth September issues of major fashion mags have hit the racks in the past week. Be careful that you don't throw out your back lugging them around: Vogue, featuring clotheshorse and sometime actress Sienna Miller on the cover, is a whopping 840 pages, its biggest ever. I'm sure we'll find plenty of blog fodder within.
(The Image fall fashion issue comes out this Sunday. We're also at our largest ever, which in the newspaper world translates to 12 pages).
Growing up, I considered the Fall Fashion issues a seasonal event, equivalent to the first pool day of summer or the first snow of winter. At that time, Seventeen was the fashion bible, followed by Mademoiselle and Glamour (alas, the hipper indie-leaning Sassy didn't debut until my first year of college). My mom would buy them for me and I would pore over the pages, trying to figure out which trends would pass muster in my conservative Minneapolis suburb (the fact that everything had to work with down parkas put a slight damper on things). Then, as now, the glossy ads were my favorite part, and I would rip my favorites out for inspiration.
Are you a fashion mag addict? Or has the September Vogue become too much to handle?
