No one is escaping the wrath over at Condé Nast's Men's Vogue, which, everyone learned yesterday, is going the way of the dodo. If the dodo was only getting published two times a year as a supplement to Vogue.
Even sadder though, is the fact that no one, not even the head honchos over at the Si Newhouse publication, saw this coming:
At Men's Vogue, most of the 60-person staff is out as of next Friday. That includes Publisher Marc Berger, who only a day ago was seen wining and dining a client at Bottega del Vino, clearly unaware of impending doom. Editor-in-Chief Jay Fielden is being absorbed back into the mothership, Vogue, which is run by editrix Anna Wintour. The shutdown is said to be a big personal embarrassment to her and her bid to expand her empire.
Whoops, is that really good business etiquette Si, to ambush your top talent like that? A little warning would have been nice, so that Berger could have added a couple more cocktails to his expense account before having his ass handed back to him and having to wait on the unemployment line with the rest of his former employees.
Men's Vogue was dumb idea in the first place. What straight man would read a magazine titled after a woman's fashion mag?
Sadly enough, I really liked this magazine. It set itself apart from GQ and other magazines that I would agree were rather light in the loafers. However, this magazine truly had style. I first began purchasing such magazines as a result of a need to find a new wardrobe (to break out from my old Abercrombie clothes). Mens Vogue gave a perfect depiction for me of what my present style was and what I wanted it to progress to. It wasn't just a means to find clothes that pretty girls would notice me in. The articles were great and the writers didnt have a nazi liberal view like most magazines of that nature do. It was nice. I told myself I wasnt even going to buy the new GQ until I saw this months cover, Jennifer Anniston….neat
Now I suppose it's all FHM for me, though I find it to be somewhat smutty…oh well.