The other night I lay in bed thinking of an issue of Vogue from 1994.
Yes, it’s sad that I know what year, but remember, I used to collect magazines for fun, saving collector issues like other more people saved stamps.
I don’t own those magazines anymore, and sometimes I wish I did, like at 2am when I’m thinking of this issue of Vogue.
Yep. The Kidman, Luhrmann, CM issue.
I remember poring over issue with my old skool friends, when we all lived in Balaclava, and Carlisle Street in Melbourne, didn’t have a cafe in every second shop.
Nicole being noir. That’s Tom in the background.
I do remember Nicole crowing about how she ‘designed’ this dress in the interview. Bless. A bit like when Katie Holmes started her own fashion label. You modify one Butterick’s pattern and suddenly everyone’s a fashion designer.
Tom and Nicole doing some ‘acting’.
Nicole doin’ some dancin’.
Having a Shirley MacLaine/Ann Margaret moment.
Is it just me, or does Nicole look like Willy Wonka in the photo below?
This photo is actually so beautiful, it hurts. All bohemian and tragic. A little John William Waterhouse with a touch of Ophelia, non?
So yeah, this is what keeps me up at night. Going over the issues past, magazines that is, not personal.
Do you remember this issue? I know my old skool friends, Rachael and Jonah do.