The Supers Sweep Europe

On Vanity Fair Italia. Plus: Enter through the House of Seven Gables gift shop

Yesterday, I had a tiny conniption on Go Fug Yourself about the Vanity Fair Italia trifold cover that assembles various supermodels — as one of commenters BRILLIANTLY noted — as if it’s one of the collages at the end of America’s Next Top Model and one of them might to fade out at any given second. I wish I could take credit for that stroke of observational genius and cannot believe that reference didn’t come to me, given that I WORKED on that show for years. It’s spot-on, in a way that’s inversely proportionate to the cover’s merits. Which are low. How do you mess up Christy Turlington’s face? That should be a scientific impossibility. You legitimately have to go out of your way to achieve that, as her face is and always has been a marvel, which you can see in low-makeup or even makeup-free detail in The Super Models. And that’s only one of its crimes. It also probably framed The Pickwick Triplets for matricide.

The magazine did black and white solo covers for each of its participant…