Esquire Attempts To Squeeze Some Art Out Of Its Covers
Esquire Magazine, in a brazen attempt to still seem relevant in todays world of dotcom fashion, decided to celebrate their 75th Anniversary by recreating some of their “iconic” covers created by long time art director George Lois. Most of the photos are pretty poor attempts at recreation and most of the newer images are just too different from the originals. I can appreciate the Vivienne Westwood shot, which corresponds to an anti-war cover for the magazine that featured the 100th murdered Vietnam solider. Aside from that the connections seem strained.
The photos were on display in Milan. Some people came for the free drinks.
Sir Paul Smith gets the Warhol Treatment. Better Choice: Marc Jacobs
Karl Gets Nix’d. Does Karl not have any other expression other than contempt?
Miuccia Prada is barely there.
Alber Elbaz, not wanting to appear fat, just draws himself in.
There are no fat superheros Alber, so the cape is so not working right now.
Christopher Bailey plays the perfect kid.
Donatella the Saint? I think this might be a joke, but hell their noses match perfectly.
Didn’t Kanye Already do this? Better. And Less Gay. Plus, Whose Body Is That?
Dustin Hoffman looks like the Uncle who touched you in your no no place when you were seven.
Wait you didn’t have an uncle like that? Haha, yeah, neither did I….
Why in the hell is a picture of a dude snapping his fingers iconic?
Giorgio Armani really doesn’t know, he also really doesn’t care.
Vivienne Westwood looks like a little old man. I wonder if that was the point?
Daddy Dolce: “Jimmy, did Uncle Gabbana stick his finger in your no no place?”
Uncle Gabbana: Sniff. Sniff. “Ahhhhhh…”
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