Vogue

I used to call myself ‘Human Addict’, because I was, in fact, pretty obsessive and easily fell for someone. If I fall for someone, I just dig into that person, spend all emotions with all my best (they are ‘finite’ in my world, just like money in this “superego” world is finite) and then I am usually done with that person. I tried to slow down this process as I got a boyfriend but recently all my patience are gone; because he sucked it up.

There are many ways I do my ‘Human Addiction’. If they are celebrity- I search brief backgrounds of them, read their fans’ tweets, watch fan-made videos on Youtube and look at their Instagram account. Find the finest photos I can get and post them on my 4th & 13th twitter accounts. (By the way I am not joking about the numbers of twitter accounts I have.)

Or, if that person exists in much more realistic world, I look at their Facebook. Even though I might be their (facebook, or “actual”) friend, I still get their birthday at least. Or their silly facebook posts back in 2012. Oh goodness, I am so lucky that I did not have facebook when I was 13 — but I had Twitter and probably deleted that account 5 years ago. And someone said that twitter gives users’ tweets to some… huge… American library for the record purpose on my timeline back then. yeah they did? and ah they stopped? 

So, this was very long introduction about how I — ‘Introverted Attention Seeker and yet addicted to human nostalgia left on virtual spaces’, — have been ‘interacting’ with those institutions and making junk products on the social media ocean. Thank you, those Bourgeoisies who took my greatest possessions (… conscience? thoughts? emotions?) and turned them into the products and then they now possess that abundance of money.

Therefore, hey Bourgeoisies, give me like $50 so I can have some garlic Bossam on the reading week. Media Bourgeoisies, pay for your ownership (like a subscription membership) on my junk tweets and binge-watching youtube hours to me, as a form of garlic Bossam. But probably they would only trace my search history and give me more pictures of garlic Bossam. (please do not get me wrong. I am expressing my own reaction and impression of the ownership)

 

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I hit ‘LIKE’ on one magazine on my Facebook, ever. It was ‘Vogue’ obviously and still I did not somehow unsubscribe it. I m-i-ght read or save their articles to read later. I saved an article about berets — history of berets, how it became a fashion trend, and most importantly, how to wear them.

Why?

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Because of that condescending tones of writing, as if all the editors of Vogue would be super duper hipsters who would criticize my daily university semester looks “But hey I wore Tommy Hilfiger leather jacket today?”, and advise me to maintain healthy life style of eating selections of super food 2019 and recommend me to wear TOM FORD makeup, if I have the products, before they go badly because makeup products have that expiration dates. ‘And that’s shhhhh, it costs’

Well, don’t they portray those kinds of image? Vogue is a fashion, beauty, culture, lifestyle magazine that has been published since 1892. Vogue was even there with women during World War One (or the Great War) and to advise Wartime Wardrobe“how to dress on a war income and what to wear when your partner comes home on leave”.  That illustrates how women’s consuming patterns changed and how Vogue illustrated it in terms of a leading trend at the front lines.

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Condé Nast owns Vogue, Vanity Fair, Glamour, Brides, Self, GQ, GQ Style, The New Yorker, Condé Nast Traveler, Allure, AD, Bon Appétit, Epicurious, Wired, W, Golf Digest, Teen Vogue, Ars Technica, Pitchfork, them and Iris.

Condé Nast is owned by Advance Publications, Inc.

Advance Publications, Inc. publishes magazines, publications, and newspapers in both prints and on-line. It also owns Parade Publications, Fairchild Publications, American City Business Journals, and the Golf Digest Companies.

Advance Publications, Inc. is a privately owned by Donald E. and Steven O.  Newhouse —uh, Did I just feel the smells of Bourgeoisies?

 

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When I was ~about~ nine years old, I kinda fantasized my teenage years would be based on Teen Vogue.

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Instead, I was swallowed by the blue bird and about two years after, I bought one issue of  Vogue Korea for myself.

Vogue magazine is big and thick and it is full of high quality pictures, (Since I looked at the Vogue at my early years, my standard of aesthetic quality got ridiculously higher) just like National Geographic. However — to somebody, an animal’s fur is not a big of deal, until fashion industries turn that material into miscellaneous details of high-fashion. Skins of some animals do not get much attention from some populations of people, unless an artisan turns it into the fancy leather bags. wow it is a capitalism! however I am against the animal cruelty.

Not surprisingly, Vogue and other magazines are the advertisement as a whole. It is just aesthetically organized catalogs, aren’t they? And Vogue was not expensive compared to other print media.

 

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What is that significant symbolism of that ‘Vogue’ carried upon? —

People would still buy ‘Vogue’, maybe it is even worth possessing one issue. I would personally say… to feel the capitalism… by feeling a good texture of page, advertising one product whose price equals one-year-long rents of my room.

I mean… that product would not be yours soon. You can have that page now.

 

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The name — Vogue— will somehow prosper longer. It is not a political matter of being left or right; it is a matter of buying the idea that people, especially women and girls have to follow the vogue when they are not really entitled to.

Getting rid of gender inequality in that fashion—  I suppose.

 

 

 

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I have been thinking about the most VOGUE  to say ‘the end’.

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… uh, Thank you from Α to Ω and back.

 

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