Vogue



April 1, 1952

Charles James designed the sculptural hat on the cover, about which Vogue proclaims: "It carries to a handsome extreme a new idea about hats; hats head-covering, face-revealing, small." God, I love that editorial style! It carries to a dashing extreme a new idea about prose; prose relentlessly snappy, conjunction-free, brisk as hell.

Striking photographs by Penn, Avedon and Horst... prose by Elizabeth Bowen and S. N. Behrman... plus a contract bridge column--- who could ask for anything more? More? All right, then...

More:

"I fear my underarms!"



Could you get the semiologists back in here?  Where are those confounded semiologists when you need them? Hmmm? All right, I'll do it myself.  As I "read" this one, before the bullet bra 'n' falsies, our subject's arms fall limply, hopelessly--- and yes, impotently!--- at her sides.  However, once the "hidden treasures" are donned, she is able to lift her arms at weird angles along with the rest of her arm-raisin' sisters!  Plus, she gets a crown.



Oh, I give up. What's Anne Hollander's phone number?