I walked into the modelling studio with sushi and a paper bag from the news agency.
“You bought a magazine, didn’t you?” Mum questioned, already knowing the answer. “It’s Vogue, right?”
Apparently my reading material is easily predictable. How was I, a teenage girl and fashion blogger, expected to catch a glimpse of the lustrous cover and leave it there? I know that I am not the only girl to give in to the glossy covers of one of the world’s biggest fashion magazines.
What is it that attracts us to them? Is it the passionate, hard-hitting journalism or is it the impeccable, distinctive moves of the models?
After years of telling people otherwise, are we a generation that judges a book by its cover?
(If you read that like Carrie Bradshaw narrates Sex and the City, you and I have to bond over some very good TV).
Kate Moss is on the cover so I buy it.
Cara Delevigne is on the cover so I buy that one, too.
Someone completely fresh and new to the modelling industry is on the cover. I better get that as well whilst I’m at it.
Does that mean that I judge a book by it’s cover? Because I buy Vogue no matter who is on it. I especially like the ones that have appealing subheadings for articles. A lot of them refer to the latest fashion trends, runway shows and beauty advice. There can be no harm in a good, educational read (I keep 3-4 copies of Vogue in my locker at school. Purely for study reasons, I swear. That’s why I take them to maths).
However, I will admit – I like fashion mags for the pictures. I flick straight to the main photo shoot and admire the models. Of course, I love to gaze at the clothes and wish that I could have them, but that is worth a whole other article. Vogue, I buy purely for the photos. Yen and Frankie, that’s a whole different story.
Frankie is not only fashion related, but it is also based on general photography, food, art, travel, music, craft and a little something for everybody. The photographs are amazing, of course. I also read the articles. The writers amaze me every time I pick up Frankie. Yen is very similar, however it is fashion related. It has a different theme every time and that is what keeps it so unique and unlike any other. I read every single article in Yen. I bought it last month because the model on the cover had a really funky pose. There are no subheadings at all. So I bought it.
Our parents and teachers at school are always saying that we can’t judge a book by it’s cover. Is it literal, or is it a metaphor? We are told to get to know somebody before we assume things from their appearance or what we have heard from others. We are taught to read the blurb of a book before discarding it for a bad cover. Examine it from within before you judge it, they say. But what makes you pick up a book in a shop? You can’t see the blurb from where they sit, so what is it?
We have spent our lives thinking that we do not judge books (or people (still not sure if it’s a metaphor or not)) by their covers. Yet isn’t this what we do? Us as a generation pick up a book because we like how it looks. We click on people’s Instagram pages and judge their online profile before we meet them. Did you click on my story because you knew you would like what it withheld or because you liked the name? We assume anything is good or bad by the appearance, and we are oblivious to it.
Maybe I do buy magazines for the pretty pictures. But I buy them for the writing, too. I pick up books in a shop because the cover looks nice, but I sit on the book shop floor and read the first few chapters to see if it’s what I expected it to be. I look at people’s profiles on social media, but I don’t state an opinion until I know them personally.
Tell your parents and school teachers that it’s okay to like how something looks. I wear clothes because I like how they look, not because of where they were made or who made it. It’s okay to buy a cat because it’s cute and it’s okay to like the appearance of things around you (don’t forget it’s also okay to click around my blog and read more stories too).
I would like to know if you think it’s okay to judge a book by it’s cover (metaphorically and literally).
To sum up: buy Vogue, adopt a cute animal and read my blog.