We sit down and talk beauty with a cool crew of Brooklyn style icons: five women who met while working at Saint Heron.
It amuses me how vogue is trying to ‘branch’ into this 'neo-soul/modern r&b/afropolitian" type of market. I saw it earlier with their jookin video [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiWZWRDIUD0] and I see it now. It’s great that they are highlight black people who don’t ascribe to the hip hop dons that they have clamored for in the past (from early 2000’s Puff Daddy to Kanye West, Jay-Z and Bey). However, this article, as well as Rihanna’s cover story where they briefly discuss her weave [find it here: http://www.vogue.com/magazine/article/rihanna-fashions-most-exciting-new-muse/#1] makes me uncomfortable.
Honestly, Vogue has changed from stodgy matriarch, to the wanna be hip mom from Mean Girls. Why can’t they breath a freshness into the magazine without making me feel uncomfortable? How about, instead of using 300 or so words to describe these ladies, they feature their works? Or allow them to curate part of the site for a day/week? That would feel more genuine, especially if these women are allowed to comment on their own culture instead of having a disconnected outsider narrate.