I used to have a subscription to Vanity Fair. This was from way back—in high school—when I was still mystified by New York nightlife and how a real metro city functioned, not the mid-west metro of Cleveland, OH.
I loved seeing the busyness of social events, trying to name the participants before I had to look to the boxed number of names at the bottom of the page. I loved Dunne, Hitchens, Leibovitz and Wolcott; I tried to imagine any one of them as the Dorothy Parker of my generation.
Over the years, I have let my subscription come and go, renewing when I realized I was picking it up at the drug store, which I tended to do when the Hollywood issues started to come out in the 90s.
I love the Hollywood issues. Not only are they beautifully photographed; they usually introduce me to someone new, cutting edge, up-and-coming, someone that is just a little left of the indie scene that they make look just fantastic enough that I want to know who they are.
Imagine my surprise when this year’s issue was released this morning. The cover text reads, “A New Decade, A New Hollywood! 2010.” So apparently, this is what the brilliant minds at Vanity Fair think is A New Decade of Hollywood. Notice anything that might just be a bit problematic?