As are all Vogue profiles, Katy Perry’s is…a lot. I adore Hamish Bowles, but this opener has so many words in it:
In an echoing studio in Brooklyn’s hipster Red Hook neighborhood, Grace Coddington and a team of earnest Comme des Garçons minions are fastening Katy Perry into something that resembles a child’s toy car fashioned from jade-green fake-Astrakhan fur with a many-tentacled faux–ostrich feather boa shimmying at her hips like an Elizabethan life preserver.
I feel like I am a fairly well-read person but I swear to God, it took me a really long time to parse “something that resembles a child’s toy car fashioned from jade-green fake-Astrakhan fur with a many-tentacled faux–ostrich feather boa shimmying at her hips like an Elizabethan life preserver.” But then I saw the photo in question, and yeah, that’s hard to describe. Why did I doubt you, Hamish? (The theme of the Met Gala this year is Rei Kawakubo and Commes des Garçons, of course. Katy is one of the co-chairs, along with Pharrell and noted Commes des Garçons mega-fans Giselle and Tom Brady. When I think “avant-garde Japanese fashion legend,” obviously Tom Brady pops to mind as the natural person to usher me through that celebratory journey.)
You can read the rest of the profile here. It’s a good read. But the bit that everyone is going to be talking about is this quote. There’s a reason it’s the pull quote on the cover:
“I don’t think you have to shout it from the rooftops,” [Perry] says of her political views—she performed at the Democratic National Convention and campaigned for Hillary Clinton during the 2016 presidential campaign—“but I think you have to stand for something, and if you’re not standing for anything,” she adds pointedly, perhaps aiming at some of her deliberately apolitical confreres, “you’re really just serving yourself, period, end of story.”
And somewhere in Nashville, Taylor Swift starts penning “Bad Blood 2: Badder and Bloodier.”
[Cover: Vogue, shot by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott]