My Rooftop Horse

I look at fashion editorials like a picture book. The clothes are ridiculously out of my price range and the models are impossibly thin doing things I won’t ever do (like petting a horse on a rooftop in Paris wearing wings.) So…what’s the point of them? Why do they even include the prices? A fun game I played with my in-laws during the summer while waiting in the ferry lineup was “Guess the price”. I’d show them the editorial and they’d guess the price. The conversation often went something like this:

Me: Guess how much this black mini skirt is?
Them: Um…$80.
Me: $1,500! Guess how much those gloves are?
Them: Um...$25.
Me: $350!

Is anyone really going to buy the plain white knit from Prada for $800? Are those the same people that buy fashion magazines? Oh whatever. Honestly, aside from some absolutely stellar photographers, I don’t give a hoot (ha!) what designer loaned their collection for some waif to wear (while petting her rooftop horse.) Did I just mention stellar editorial photographers? Oh yes…and do you want to see the work of one? TIM WALKER.










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