The September Issue

I finally got around to seeing “The September Issue”, a documentary on the inner workings of producing and publishing the monthly Vogue. However, for those who are not familiar, the September issue of Vogue is generally the largest issue in weight and content that the magazine produces throughout the year. Why? “September is our January. The calendar start of the year for fashion.” While I’ve had a few bouts with the fashion world in the past, I’ve discounted 90% of the people who I’ve met as complete idiots, one shallower and stupider than the next. The Vogue documentary does a pretty decent job in clearing up a few misconceptions (either that or the remaining 10% of the fashion world who is actually somewhat intelligent, these people work at Vogue).

A few blunt observations, if I may:
- If Vogue were to blow up tomorrow, the fashion industry would be seriously screwed. It’s clear that Dame Anna Wintour has her aging hand in almost everything related to fashion and haute couture: from the runway shows, mentoring young designers, ‘attainable’ clothing outlets such as Gap and Macys, Ms. Wintour’s vision permeates every crevice of the fashion world. It’s extremely impressive yet daunting at the same time. I think there’s a word for this: Communism? I will give her credit though: she is a very effective leader and visionary. Like Stalin.

- Like all other viewers before me, I fell a little bit in love with Grace Coddington, Creative Director. She is an absolute genius and I’m glad she received her due credit. Watching her piece together photo shoots and storyboards was astounding. Her passion for style and art is truly inspiring and somewhat depressing knowing that I have never exuded any undying passion for anything as much as Grace exudes for fashion.

- Vogue is not full of pretty young things. I’m not sure if the director was attempting to portray this, but there are definitely some scary people running around in those sacred Vogue hallways. It might have to do with the fact that all the pretty young ones run off and marry bankers or blue bloods and become their ascent into society (Hi Tinsley Mortimer!) In any case, I’d be afraid to see some of those people after dark. Gaunt faces, sunken eyes, sallow skin..eek!

- Why is Andre Leon Talley relevant? He is a gentle giant and a very nice man, but what sort of value does he add to the magazine? And why can he afford all those designer duds? What am I missing here?

- Who was that putzy kiss ass running around in the white suit? In fact, why were all the straight guys in the film so douchey?

All in all, a nice way to spend a rainy evening. I will update this post as I remember other things. Hopefully back to some more of the analyst tale as I find some time to write something witty and coherent.

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I promise I’m not dead. Honestly. Just on life support. I started this blog in the hopes of attracting people to read about a true analyst story with all the glamour and grime attached. Above all, it was really a way for me to capture that awkward transitional period between college and adulthood. Working in an industry which in the past has been portrayed in both flattering and dark lighting, it is really a social experiment of the inhabitants of said investment banking world. Interestingly enough, in order to compose a well thought-out, coherent and sometimes humorous post, it requires wit, a smidgen of passion and time.

However, I will tell you this:
- The next installment of the Analyst Tale will include the fall of Bear Stearns, more colleague drama, the hatchet (wo)man, the worst months of my life, and the scramble to safety.

- On a lighter note, look for a second Facebook post (real sketchy shit going on these days) and perhaps a personal account of the trials and tribulations of online dating.

- Per a few of the comments, I have left an e-mail for ‘personal’ questions/comments/rants. Check out the “Moi” section.

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Fail!

Promises Promises

I am disturbingly bad at this blogging business, i realize. I will try to have another post up for all this week. It will most likely be in reference to the analyst tale so please dust off those old blog posts and catch yourselves up! I am still alive.

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i promise to get better at this (i.e. posting in a more timely fashion).

The Fashion Financier was battling booze-induced insomnia and her gambling addiction this past weekend.

Food for thought: It’s always awkward when you’re sitting at lunch and everyone at the table (excluding you) is discussing Obama’s “Millionaire’s Tax”.