FRANCA SOZZANI

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“When you are so lucky to do in your life what you like, it means you have freedom,” says Franca Sozzani, whose long wavy blond hair and strong features make her look sympathetic and commanding at the same time. “I probably didn’t know that I was a free person when I was very young,” she says. “I realized in the years, working. And I did only what I liked.”

Sozzani has been Vogue Italia’s editor-in-chief since 1988, the year she turned 38 and the same year Anna Wintour took over at American Vogue. Then, photographers like Bruce Weber, Mario Sorrenti and Steven Mesiel were finding their footings and the faces of Cindy Crawford and Linda Evangelista were becoming synonymous with the seemingly off-the-cuff, grungier glamour of the late 1980s and early 1990s. Sozzani had worked at the children’s fashion magazine Vogue Bambini and at the fashion magazine Lei before arriving at Vogue Italia, and she meant from the beginning for that magazine, which had previously focused mainly on Italian designers, to have international appeal. She succeeded almost immediately.

If you look back at her first covers–a colorful one of an orange-haired model and the severe one all shades of brown, where the model glares back at the viewer–it’s hard to place them in the 1980s. They look more in step with the ethereal, edgy fashion imagery that took hold a few years later, when waif-like Kate Moss was the girl of the moment.

Conde Nast, the publisher of all international versions of Vogue, describes Vogue Italia as the “most influential Italian fashion and style magazine,” “always a pioneer,” setting “the pace of the fashion world” and taking on “topics that are powerful, contemporary and cutting-edge, with an unmistakable style.” Paris Vogue, in contrast, is less floridly described as a universally recognized… key source of inspiration,” and UK Vogue is called “pre-eminent.”

Part of what distinguishes Vogue Italia from other fashion magazines is its overwhelming reliance on images–often, covers will only have the magazine’s title and the name of the month on them, none of that brand of copy meant to grab your eye in a supermarket checkout line.

“The Italian language is spoken only in Italy,” says Sozzani, explaining her overwhelmingly visual approach, “and I thought that if I wanted to be [heard], or even better seen, worldwide, I had only [one] way: To invent a new language.” Even when the photo essay was the main editorial approach of magazines like Life and Vu, words played essential roles: they still shaped readers’ understanding of the cultural or political stories being told. In Sozzani’s magazine, pictures had to communicate everything to the reader; fashion spreads had to be initially gripping and then provocative enough to propel readers through the pages. “The images can talk to you instantly without words or any explications.”

Sozzani has an instinct for finding image-makers, and is committed to the best of those she finds. “I love to meet different kinds of people. I learn every day from everybody,” she says. But learning from people is not the same as choosing collaborators. “You become friends [with people] because you love them, not because they are inspiring or useful. In choosing people with whom I work I want, of course, talented people who can help e. What does it mean, ‘talented’?” Sozzani adds. “Creative and intelligent and ready to change their mind.”

Since the first issue she helmed, Steve Meisel, a photographer who began his career as an illustrator in the 1970s and never privileges prettiness over precariousness, has photographed every cover. “It’s been the most creative outlet that I have,” Meisel has said of Vogue Italia, to which he has also contributed some of the most memorable features. In 1992, for the cover, he photographed Madonna barefoot in the street, in a newsboy cap and trench coat open enough to show a bra, heavy belt and black pants. She’s unsmiling, looking suspiciously at the camera. The accompanying spread inside the magazine showed the pop star as a chameleon. In each photos–some black and white, others in color–she channels an entirely different version of headstrong femininity: she’s a gypsy, a mystic, a sultry belly dancer, a tough-girl rock star and a fur-wearing royal.

Just over 20 years later, in 2005, he photographed Makeover Madness, a feature in which model Linda Evangelista went under the knife, wearing evening gowns and fur coats while in surgery. Dimly lit and half-noir, half-documentary, Meisel’s images had that combination of grit and otherworldliness that particularly characterizes the work he’s done over the last decade.

Features like Makeover Madness have prompted criticism, partly because they don’t usually take a clear ethical position. Instead, they use glamour to complicate an issue: What does it say about the beauty machine to see a figure like Linda Evangelista with bandages around her face, or with bloody scalpels surrounding her? Why is it so squirm inducing?

“I didn’t choose to please everybody,” Sozzani says of her work at Vogue Italia. “I said since the beginning, ‘Vogue is for many people, not for everyone.’ ” The editor–who uses Twitter and blogs almost daily about the places she visits, art she sees and causes she supports, always with optimistic urgency–says she feels no need to hold back or to muffle editorial choices. She may even aim for more extreme content in the future. “I still have time,” she says.

 

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JANUARY BOOK CLUB

 

 

Nonstop Metropolis by Rebecca Solnit

University of California Press

Rebecca Solnit is, to put it bluntly, one of our heroes. Known for penning cultural histories and searing critical essays, this third and final installment of her atlas series tackles the lesser-known histories of New York City. Filled with beautifully illustrated maps, Nonstop Metropolis is enchanting, engaging, and teaching us so much about a city we thought we knew!    

 

 

Swing Time by Zadie Smith

Penguin Press

Following two girls from North London as they bond over their love of dance, Swing Time is Zadie Smith’s fifth novel, but is her first written in first person. Our narrator remains nameless, some may say “shadowy”, as she interacts with three very strong female relationships in her life. Her oldest friend, who she met in dance class as a child, her fiercely independent and politically active mother, and her employer, an international pop star Aimee (think Madonna), all challenge her perception and understanding of herself. Ruminating on rhythm, movement, and female friendships, we love how Smith explores race, privilege, and identify shifting across time and space.

 

 

Frantumaglia: A Writer’s Journey by Elena Ferrante

Europa Editions

If you are anything like us, you’ve probably had a taste of #FerranteFever at least once since My Brilliant Friend was published in the U.S. in 2011. The anonymous Italian author writes with verve, unafraid to show the passionate, if not always attractive, side of life. She made headlines, often compared to fellow international literary sensation Karl Ove Knausgaard, but with one major difference– she had no intention of being a public figure, keeping her identity hidden. As if anticipating the obsession with her unveiling, Frantumaglia, a Neapolitan dialect word meaning “bits and pieces of uncertain origin which rattle around in your head not always comfortably,” is a collection of her nonfiction writing organized into letters, essays, interviews, and reflections that gives readers a deeper look into the mysterious writer and her brilliant mind.

 

 

White Trash by Nancy Isenberg

Viking

In the wake of Trump’s election, there has been intense conversation about the position of the white working class. Isenberg’s analysis of this complicated cultural and economic group is perfectly timed for the discussion of American identity politics. Indeed, the white working class has been at the center of our political system for years. White Trash opens up the dialogue for a much larger picture of racial and wealth inequality in this country, and is a welcome companion to understanding America’s roots.

 

 

Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett

Riverhead Books

Deceptively thin, this book of poetic meditation-like pieces does away with genre. Channeling fragments, short stories, and narrative at times, Pond asks us to savor each word Irish author Bennett writes. From the inner monologue of a fairly solitary and eccentric woman, she finds vital connection and kinetic energy with her surroundings and the physical world. Pond contains the kind of writing that plops you into someone else’s head and leaves you thrilled, if not slightly off-balance, to look around for a while.

 

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CHEF RAVINDER BHOGAL

Chef Ravinder Bhogal recently moved into a new apartment in northwest London; in the kitchen, there’s a marble-topped butcher’s block, where Bhogal can sprinkle flour and knead dough. Since she opened her restaurant, Jikoni, in fall 2016, though, that butcher block hasn’t seen much action. “I’m at the restaurant 90 percent of the time,” says Bhogal. “It’s more home than home is at the moment. I was warned it’d be like this, but I can’t complain—it’s a privilege.” Diners who make their way to Bhogal’s comforting space in Marylebone, which is adorned with vintage-inspired tablecloths and plush pillows, aren’t complaining, either: Jikoni’s rich, inventive dishes have earned rave reviews from critics, including four stars in the Sunday Times. Her regulars have also helped boost her confidence. “It’s a huge compliment when we have repeat customers,” says Bhogal. “We’ve only been open four weeks, and some people have already been back six times.”

Bhogal grew up in Nairobi, Kenya, among an extended family “for whom meals never seemed to stop,” she says. “It was just a constant feeding frenzy, with between 15 and 25 people at each meal.” She learned to cook from her mother, whom she refers to as “the commander-in-chief of the kitchen.” At 5 years old, Bhogal was enlisted to help out with prepping and cooking: peeling carrots, potting peas and making pastry. “She sort of dragged me in kicking and screaming,” she laughs. But she credits her passion for cooking to her grandfather, who encouraged her earliest efforts in the kitchen, however amateurish. “He bought me a little aluminum stove and I’d make flatbreads on it,” she says. “They were very charred and not very nice, but he would gobble them up with sheer delight, and comment on what a brilliant cook I was. I thought, ‘Wow, if you can garner such praise through something you’ve cooked, this must be a wonderful thing.’ ”

 

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At age 7, Bhogal moved with her family from Africa to the U.K., and she wasn’t especially thrilled about the transition. “I’d been running wild in a lush, tropical garden, and then suddenly I was in this gray, wintry landscape.” But decades later her food career blossomed in London. Bhogal was working as a fashion and beauty journalist but was still infatuated with cooking in her free time. A friend saw an ad for a reality show in which superstar chef Gordon Ramsay would anoint a new food personality; Bhogal was one of 9,000 entrants and won the series’ third season. “It changed the course of my life,” she says. She had a book deal within three months, did some TV shows, then cooked at a series of restaurant pop-ups and residencies. A business partner approached her about opening a space of her own, and the result was Jikoni.

“I wanted to bring people the kind of food I love: unadulterated and un-fiddled-with,” says Bhogal. “Almost an un-restaurant, where people could enjoy a meal and the kind of service you’d have for guests in your home.” She describes the food at Jikoni as having a “mixed heritage”—a heady blend of influences from Africa, Persia, India and Europe. And as for its intimate decor, she says it’s all a natural extension of how she ended up in restaurants to begin with: “The look of Jikoni is almost maternal, because I learned how to cook from women. Wherever I’ve traveled, whether it’s Zimbabwe or Palestine or Kenya, I’ve always ended up in the kitchen with a woman, learning. I wanted to celebrate all the women who’ve taught me, who’ve generously shared their kitchen with me.”

 

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DECEMBER BOOK CLUB

Jennifer Baker of Bookmarc picks the best new reads out in December.

 

 

Alternative Vision by Martine Sitbon

Rizzoli

Back when an alternative vision was acceptable and exciting, Martine Sitbon offered new, strange, beautifully cut clothes. An homage to her as well as her tribe of collaborators including Marc Ascoli and Craig McDean. An homage to what was perhaps the last truly creative era of innovation and style.

 


Another Girl Another Planet by Valerie Phillips

Rizzoli

A visceral celebration of girls being girls and all things girly. Unapologetic, edgy, happy.

 


Power to the People: The World of the Black Panthers by Stephen Shames and Bobby Seale

Abrams

Have we made no progress since the Panther Party was created in 1966 to confront violence and protect the community?  Party founder Bobby Seale and photographer Stephen Shames offer a careful and moving history commemorating the Panthers’ 5oth anniversary.

Andy Warhol: Factory by Stephen Shore

Phaidon

Who knew? Shot in black and white when Shore was just 17, he captured the Factory gang at work (?) and play, smiling before danger and drugs changed everything. Brilliant text from Shore, Lynne Tillman and key players offer real insight into an over scrutinized party. A textbook of an era and the origins of a pioneer of American photography.

 

Skinny by Terry Richardson

Idea Books 

A sweet, romantic, honest love story. We love Terry and family!

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