Katie Grand has done it again. That is, with 'it', being an explosion of fashion favor, though this time around Condé Nast has adopted an outside colour scheme boasting more Farrow and Ball than extreme neon, for the sophisticated yet undeniably youthful magazine. Not to worry though, inside has incriminatory Pop legacies regarding vision, photography and fashion ideology. Grand has revisited the nineties but evidently knows this is no bad thing, as Love seems to have pinpointed all the successful traits of the publications of this century and bound them stylishly with a glossy designer adhesive.
Flicking through the delicious heavyweight £5 mag, numerous famous faces prop up among the pages, including even my own beloved Sofia Coppola, whom, I have now learnt, is duetting with Louis Vuitton! (Expect to hear more on this exciting enterprise.) Love also has won my heart by ignoring the incredibly irritating Peaches Geldof and interviewing her less-of-a-cretin sister, Pixie. Ironically, Love also seems to embody lust, bringing even something for the boys - check out Alice Hawkin's addition on page 172...
You can't ignore the not so subtle 24 page spread on Beth Ditto either. She is alarmingly exposed in all forms; Love artistically portrays music's big girl pin-up in a chic and interesting account, with her images scattered with additions from Gareth Pugh and Louis Vuitton also. There are also fixtures ranging from Iggy Pop to Kelly Brook, photo album's full of my girl-crush Lara Stone, and an interesting insight into the institute of Central St Martins. Love is overwhelming (and rather heavy), but it evokes creative excitement; exactly the feeling good fashion, feeding and breeding should arouse.
