This whole outfit, jewelry aside, is Valentino and honestly…it is incredibly stupid. I mean, it is fine HERE on a pop star on the cover of a highly editorial glossy magazine — sure. It’s Dua Lipa, she is young and cute, it’s fine that she’s wearing, er, a lace bodysuit, a tiny bralette and matching undercrackers, and granny’s finest bedjacket, while she’s….standing on a coffee table that appears to be set for dinner? And there’s a room service trolley lurking behind her? And we can see, in great detail, the A/C vent of this hotel room right in the middle of the magazine’s storied brand name? And my focus is kinda being drawn by that gold folding screen on the hotel desk? Okay, I gotta get out of here, I am talking myself right out of this.
The profile is what you would imagine; very well-written, effusive, and likely the result of not really being afforded the time to speak to the subject much at all. It’s pretty clear from my perspective that there are things the magazine was required to plug– Chanel’s handbags, Lipa’s “‘cultural concierge’ service” — but that’s the name of the game these days. Dua Lipa herself comes across as thoughtful and creative — she talks a lot about reading, which is nice. There are several quotes from middle-aged smart people who are clearly sincerely fond of her; she truly seems like a good egg! Which is nice. (I do miss interviews where the celebrity goes off the rails and says crazy shit, because I love mess and that’s always going to be a fun story, but those days are GONE.)
I’m not sure which is the subscriber’s cover versus the newsstand one; if I had to guess, I’d think this was for subscribers:
I also think it’s better.
