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Man, they’ll really hand out these Vogue covers to just about anyone these days. It’s not like Anna Wintour hasn’t put an actual model on there in eons, or anything. Katy Perry is the latest pop star of dubious cultural significance to land the coveted spot, featuring what I feel like is a fairly awkward shot of her crouched on the grass in a Rodarte floral dress and bold red lip. It’s pretty, but, like, kind of BORING? They couldn’t think of anything better to do with a woman who has shot whipped cream out of her tits onstage than have her look wistful and Arthurian in a field? Weird. (Weirder: the headline in the bottom right corner.) [Fashionista]
Original by: Rachel Krause