Thank you, W magazine, for catering to us, your insecure, overweight American audience!
August W’s cover feature on model Lara Stone has the typical nice lil’ interview about her career struggles and then dissects her features and body as we’d expect, but the whole time you can just feel the writer itching to get to the point — she has huge tits and is a goddamned US size 6! Holy shit! You can practically hear them asking her in the interview about whether or not she thinks she’s fat — since this is, obviously, all the women of America could possibly care about. Her comment that yeah, she feels fat sometimes in comparison to some of her more waiflike colleagues obviously merits the entire second half of the story being about the fact that she’s “fretting” about her body.
While this could 50% be that sort of classy US Weekly “Stars! They’re just like us!” humbling reminder that even sex and fashion icons have their doubts… it comes off more like the “scary skinny” and “celeb diet!” pages. NYMag and others at least have the sense to talk about Stone’s ‘unusual’ body in terms of industry trends; W, naturally, still feels the need to remind us that she’s kinda, like, fat, and to remind us all that even if French Vogue dedicates an entire issue to your looks and success in your field - you still ain’t gonna be good enough, girls. Come on, W. What do you think you are, American Vogue? Why am I also so naieve to always assume that fashion magazines might actually be about, you know, fashion?
Enough ranting — above slideshow of this apparent fatty, just because I like her and feel pretty cool about people who are 5’10” and a size 4 or 6, not that I’m biased or anything. Also, Nan Goldin took some of those photos. Ooh.
