Daily Blague

How long does it take to watch Lawrence of Arabia? Over a week, if we're any indication. We could have bought the DVD for what we're going to pay in rentals. If you keep falling asleep right after the exciting moments, or have martini-induced blackouts during which you proclaim, seconds before the screenplay does, the evils of the Sykes-Picot treaty, announce that "Mr Sykes" was actually a baronet, "Sir Mark," and then forget absolutely everything that you've just said, well, it makes for a long week. And if you're ironing napkins during the second viewing necessitated by all the foregoing, you will definitely feel that the movie is too long. Scheherazade had nothing on Kathleen, though. When I asked her if my problem with the movie owed more to "its being boring" or to "my knowing too much about the real history of these events," guess which one she picked! I could be the lead in a basement air guitar band and Kathleen would be rooting for me.

But maybe not. My serious question this evening is why there hasn't been more deconstructive journalism (i.e., dish) about the three ladies who head the most important Vogue franchises. Anna Wintour, Carine Roitfeld, and Anna Piaggi, all edictrices of local Vogues. As faithful readers of this site know, we go for the funny hats, and Ms Piaggi wins hands down. To answer the serious question, it is in nobody's interest to investigate the lives of powerful fashion editors. I just asked the question as an excuse to line up the pictures.