In case you missed it when it happened, Glamour’s print issue is dead (long live print media). So, gone too is the need for a horde of cover lines; now, the covers are just photos of the subject, and there’s no sense that it has to adhere to whatever unspoken style rules they thought would hook readers at a newsstand. The result is a photo that, sure, doesn’t make a HUGE amount of sense (why is there a wicker chair, and what is that top or bathing suit confection that she’s wearing, and why isn’t she WEARING her winter coat if it’s cold enough to need one?), but is also visually arresting and pairs very well with the cover quote they chose. I don’t necessarily immediately recognize her, but it’s clear who it is because they can afford to make her name the biggest word on the (digital) page, and then my eye goes back and can see Halsey in there and appreciate the attitude and the punk edge.
I actually don’t know that much about Halsey other than a couple bars of one or two songs, and of course her admirable Fug Madness arsenals of yore, so I enjoyed the piece. Being digital-only seems to afford them more freedom and column inches to write what they want and not to a word count, and that works. I can’t quite tell if Halsey is the iconic A-list smash the article posits, because I am a curmudgeon, but this seemed sensible:
After her breakup with G-Eazy, she felt immense pressure to comment publicly because she’d been so transparent about her life in the past. She thought to herself, So how are you going to do it? Are you going to stream live and start talking about everything? Are you going to go on a Twitter rant? Are you going to flag off on him on TMZ? Or are you going to make a song? “The biggest lesson I learned was to make art, not headlines,” she says. “Because it can become quite easy, in the social media generation, to go from being a musician to becoming a personality.”
And this is a nice reminder to me as I continue to attempt parenting:
(There was the Christmas she asked for a violin; her dad said it wasn’t practical—“You’re going to play it for like three months and never touch it again”—but her mom found one secondhand, telling him, “We can’t hold her back. We don’t know what she can become.”)
I think I like her mom.