I read Maureen Dowd's profile of Tina Fey in Vanity Fair last weekend. I learned that either Tina Fey is incredibly boring or Maureen Dowd should not write profiles, or both. The personality of Jeff Richmond, Tina Fey's husband, came through pretty well in the article. But I doubt Vanity Fair ponied up for a profile of Jeff Richmond.
The Annie Leibovitz photos are as strong as ever, particularly the Crazy in Love series which comes closest to communicating something about the subject matter. The more traditional portraits are also good, but you feel like you can reach into the photo and scoop the white powder off of her face it is slathered on so thick.
I wouldn't comment but I typically enjoy Vanity Fair's articles. The magazine is a guilty pleasure of sorts. I enjoyed the article on the Plaza, a hotel I know well from producing corporate events. How could you not know that the top floors had lower ceilings? Please. New money.
I'll get to the rest in the coming days.
