I have to say, judging by the few images I've seen, that Glamour Magazine's 70th-anniversary portfolio of female risk-takers—today's young stars dressed up as female trailblazers—is a fail. Lindsay Lohan is gaunt like Madonna is now, but makes a rather bony M (pun intended), babbling, "When I was little, every day after school I'd come home and put in her The Immaculate Collection disc and karaoke to it around the whole house." Who cares? So did everybody else. The quote is as vapid as Lohan's aping of Madonna (which itself is nearly as vapid as her aping of Marilyn Monroe).
The other mimics, done by an out-of-her-depth Brigitte Lacombe (who should be plenty deep!) include Alicia Keys as Michelle Obama (a joke of a picture) and Emma Roberts as Audrey Hepburn, the latter of which evokes ZERO of Hepburn's image or charm. Don't even get me started on glamour-puss Hayden Panettiere as Amelia Earhart...and why are so many of the "women" mere girls?
The best is Alexis Bledel as Rosie the Riveter because it's a good likeness AND represents, in Rosie, at least a creative choice.
Magazines are so uninventive these days. Is it any wonder people prefer the 'Net? That's where innovation is happening—even the stupid stuff is more daring and is trying to push boundaries.
