The Devil Wears Prada’s production designers reveal that Miranda Priestly’s movie office was nearly identical to Anna Wintour’s real-life digs at Vogue. Now, in what’s obviously a totally coincidental move, Wintour is redecorating. Way to squelch those claims that the movie wasn’t based on Wintour’s reign of terror at the magazine, everyone.
Copyranter weighs in on Jane’s relentless campaign of self-promotion. Either he doesn’t get it because he’s not part of the target demographic, or these ads are misguided and annoying. We’ll let you guess where we stand on the issue (hint: the latter).
And luxury jeweler H. Stern is reaching out to the five people— all of whom must work at Glamour— who weren’t repulsed by Ashley Judd’s therapy confessions. They’ve hired the actress to appear in an ad campaign in September’s Vogue and W.
While we were slacking off this week, here’s what else was going on:
Did Elle make up Hilary Duff’s attestation of virginity? Did anyone believe it in the first place? Does anyone over the age of fourteen even care?
Jane wants readers to contact editors with story ideas. Remember when Sassy did its annual reader-produced issue? This is like that, only lazier and not as innovative.
This week’s most bizarre internet mashup features legendary Cosmo editor Helen Gurley Brown lecturing how to have an affair over salacious news footage dissecting the breakup of Peter Cook and Christie Brinkley. If only Cook had followed HGB’s helpful and totally outdated advice.
And this is old, but too good to pass up. Apparently, Anna Wintour is considered so powerful that she gets blamed for everything—including the economic performance of companies she isn’t even affiliated with.
Elsewhere this week:
Kirsten Dunst’s shoot for Vogue goes terribly wrong, proving yet again why models should reclaim magazine covers.
Interning—or, in this case, is it “interning”?— at Teen Vogue will get you nowhere. However, if your mother edits the grown-up version, all sorts of opportunities present themselves.
Continually managing to be ever more insipid, Cosmo announces its sixth annual “Media Man” contest. You know, because there just isn’t enough space in the magazine for all the objectifying that needs to be done.
Here’s what else happened this week:
Glossed Over—that’s right, the very website you’re reading now—has joined the legions on MySpace. Validate us by adding us to your friends list.
Fashion experts decreed in the New York Times that the wardrobe in The Devil Wears Prada is not even close to what actual people who work in fashion wear. Of course, one of the more outspoken critics was Elle’s Anne Slowey, and we trust her judgment about as much as we trust that Anna Wintour is nothing like TDWP’s Miranda Priestly.
Jossip got hot and bothered about
the prospect of eating pizza with Brandon Holley. We’d like to attend so we can query the Jane editor-in-chief
about her drinking habits. Think that’s
the kind of feedback she’s looking for?
And finally, The Devil Wears Prada hits theaters today. We can’t wait to see if the whole thing is more palatable on film than it was on paper—and to check out that wardrobe for ourselves. We’ll be sure to discuss it next week. See you then!
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