At least two of you predicted that Sandy Bullock here was going to land a cover for Gravity:
My feelings on this cover are so mixed. For one thing, I love that Vogue has a 49-year-old woman on the cover; it doesn’t happen often enough, despite the fact that the 49-year-old women of the world are more likely to be the women who can actually afford that promised perfect fall wardrobe. I love this sea-foam-green-meets-Tiffanys-blue color, and I dig the sort of 60s thing they’re doing on her, especially because it feels like a smart wink to the fact that she’s in a movie that’s about, at least in part, the space program. I love Sandra Bullock in general, and I think her face has a lot of feeling in this photo (thanks perhaps to the fact that she doesn’t have, as the cover frets, an “overinjected face.” I hope the cure for that is just one sentence: “stop getting injections, dumb-ass, and go outside for a little while.”). The whole thing is striking.
On the “con” side of the pro/con equation: that hair. I get it, but I don’t know if I like it.