Vogue, I want to love you every month, I really do. But this issue makes it tough, very tough. Vogue is meant to be about glamour and sophistication. It’s supposed to be the glossy I pick up and aspire to. We don’t use that phrase “She looked like she walked straight out of Vogue”, for nothing. However, this cover lets me down on so many levels but mostly with the horrendous hair styling and the expressionless face. I believe Andre LT would call it “dreckitude” Sorry, Vanessa Paradis, nothing against you. It’s just not capturing your full beauty or grace at all! You were robbed!