Looking back at these pages from the January 2005 French Vogue featuring Sofia Coppola evokes such memories! My French “sister” Maud laughed when I picked up a copy from the newsstand in Paris. You see, we both knew I couldn’t actually read the half of it. I was after the pictures anywho—can you blame me? Maud laughed again when I “read” the magazine the entire train ride to Provence for the holiday. I couldn’t get over the fantastically candid photos and bright, collage-like layouts. I still can’t! What I would give to see my beloved American Vogue loosen up and strew polaroids and wonky-cut silhouettes across their pages! After the holidays I bid Maud au revoir, but French Sofia joined me en route to Italy, then Greece, Switzerland and a year later, stateside. I simply couldn’t part with it. In fact, I plan to frame the layout below with the pink post-it. No, not because I can read it—simply because it’s beautiful.
(images from Dec/Jan ’05 French Vogue)
