First things first, I'm participating in the Mama Monday series over at Ava Grace's Closet today. Head over and check it out!
You see, Liz took Harper's Bazaar to another level back in 1992 when she took over as Editor-In-Chief. Way back in the late 80's/early 90's Bazaar was sort of a garish, cluttered, very dated magazine. I should know, I was a subscriber (well, my Mom subscribed for me - ha!). It was never quite as sophisticated as Vogue. It had cheesy features, the one that stands out the most was it's annual "50 Most Beautiful Women In The World", which while lovely felt so forced. But when Liz took over she brought in some amazingly creative people (like Fabien Baron and photographer Patrick Demarchelier poached from Vogue), and in September 1992 this issue arrived in my mailbox and proceeded to blow my mind.
(and yes I still have it)
She and her team had created the most beautiful, well-designed magazine that felt both modern yet familiar in an almost retro way. It was the best of every world. So sophisticated. I remember holding that issue up and saying to no one in particular "Well, things just got interesting." I was obsessed. Obsessed with every photo, model, layout, just everything. It was genius in every way. Her magazine created instant buzz in the publishing world, picking up award after award. Every month a new beautifully designed fantasy landed in my mailbox. Her Editor Letters were fun and familiar (though not as good as Linda Wells at Allure - she writes the best ones in the business), she was enchanting and I was under the spell. Liz was my girl!
No Time To Die. Which I would highly recommend picking up, especially if you have read Grace. She ultimately died in April of 1999 at the age of 51. Too young. And thus ended a most creative and inspiring period of fashion magazines, in my opinion.
And to me, nothing seemed quite the same. Certainly not at Bazaar, where Kate Betts (formerly News Director of Vogue) took over as Editor-In-Chief and changed everything, including the Bazaar logo (!), so much so that it felt like some weird publication that seemed to slant to a very young crowd. I like Kate Betts, but it was just an ill fit. But honestly, no magazine felt the same, the models all but disappeared from covers, the celebrity culture took over and the fantasy seemed to be pushed to the background. It makes me sound old, but I do miss those days.
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