Vogue, December 2012
photographed by Annie Leibovitz; styled by Tonne Goodman
vest, blouse, and pants by Ralph Lauren
I’m not sold, dear readers. I love a good puffy shirt as much as the next Seinfeld fan, and I love menswear for women, but this pants/vest combo is really not working for me. Nothing about this is particularly fashion-y, even though she’s wearing some very expensive things. And while I’d probably love the eyeshadow in another context, I don’t think it fits this shot particularly well.
Seriously? Both Annie Leibovitz and Anne Hathaway are too talented for this picture to have made it into the pages of Vogue.
gown by Valentino
My only reaction to this picture is a high-pitched, warbling, “THE HIIIIIIIIIILLLS ARE ALLIIIIIIIIIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUUUUUUUSIIIIIIIC!”
Oh, good lord. Is this really supposed to sell me on Les Mis? I mean, I’m a lifelong musical theater nerd, so it’s not like anyone needs to sell me on what will be the single most highly anticipated film experience of my life since Harry Potter ended. But for those people who need a reason to see the movie other than HELENA BONHAM MOTHERFUCKING CARTER, this photo certainly isn’t going to do the job.
Why does she look so tired? I mean, I know she had to go on a consumption-friendly diet to play Fantine, but you’d think with all the photoshopping, makeup, and lighting at Vogue‘s disposal, they’d be able to make her look a little less like she’s actually a prostitute dying during the French Revolution. At least for a fashion spread.