Anna Wintour made the Rodarte sisters lose weight

If you've read this month's issue of Vogue, the one with the controversial Gisele/LeBron James cover, you'll find a particularly salacious article on how a Vogue editor approached the Rodarte sisters to "get healthy".

Of course, this is Anna Wintour's magazine, and you realize "get healthy" is really code for "lose weight, fatso."

She made Oprah lose weight to be on the cover of Vogue some years back. Yes. Oprah. Yes, that Oprah. Oprah. Yes. Holier-than-thou, beatified, sainted Oprah.

So, anyhow, the Rodarte girls are a bit chubby. I'd say voluptuous, but that would make them sound sexier than they are. So let's just stick with chubby. Why are they chubby? They sew lots of details on their sometimes kooky, sometimes beautiful dresses by hand. A lot of details. They're inside. A lot. They eat a lot of candy. They live in southern California. They drive everywhere and they don't get lots of exercise.

But now they're thinner, and they had to chronicle their "getting healther"/losing weight for Vogue. By their account, it sounded pretty miserable. Daily visits to a trainer, delivered meals (that part didn't sound so bad). And no candy.

Isn't Anna Wintour outrageous! She's great. She thinks people are too fat and she makes them diet.

Who the f*ck are these models, anyway

Perhaps the foul mood has been triggered by arriving at the office at an eye-scorching 7:15 this morning. Anyhoo, I clicked over to style.com just now, home of my beloved Vogue, for a look at what's cooking in the Model Diaries (http://www.style.com/vogue/modeldiaries/080807 if you care enough to cut and paste. I'm guessing you don't.)

Who the fug is this Coco Rocha model they're profiling anyway? This is Vogue. Vogue. Don't they have some damn clout? Can't they get anyone better than Natalia Vodianova? Other that the unillustrious Coco who may or may not be a full-blooded Irish lass, they've got some waif called Raquel Zimmerman from Brazil. I mean, come on. We all know that real supermodels come from Canada. Where's Daria Werbowy, Irina Lazareanu. Oh yeah, they do have a profile on Shalom, but who the hell cares about her anyway.

Ohh, big early 90s flashback. Remember Montreal Yasmeen Ghauri back in the Naomi Campbell/Christy Turlington/Claudia Schiffer heyday? She had big (for a supermodel) rounded shoulders. Of course, that probably means that they were 12 inches across.

I'm obsessed with models' lives

Surely I am.

I'm almost embarrassed to admit it, but I'm fascinated by these twiglike beings. Natalia Vodianova...know anything about her? Got knocked up really young by some hot Brit aristocrat, had a baby, they got married, Vogue did a lifestyle spread on their utter fabulousness...it's just too much.

Now Vogues' website does a new column called Model Diaries, where supermodels tell the story of how they got superfamous. The Q and As of Natalia Vodianova and Doutzen Kroes (I know--who the hell is that??) are up, and I quite sadly am looking forward to reading more.

On the streetcar home I was deeply engrossed in Vogue's excerpt of Alek Wek's new memoir. That is one interesting lass.

Winona "Sticky Fingers" Ryder is on that cover. She is lovely to look at, and I've always adored the unusual quality of her voice. Remember her in "Heathers." Oh, I would have killed to be Winona Ryder back in ye day. Back when Christian Slater was still cute.

And that was a long time ago.

Update: I just remembered another reason I'd kill to be Wino. In the movie Little Women, she had a major kiss with none other than Christian Bale. Aka CB aka The finest man on earth. Yum.

If you watch the scene where they kiss, you even see a long string of saliva when their mouths separate. And that never even grossed me out, not even after pausing and rewinding many a time. Such is my devotion.

style.com

I'm majorly loving Vogue and W magazines site.

And, I'm rather bowled over and frankly, intimidated by writer/blogger Sarah Mower's quick-as-can-be blogs that, yes, while poncey in typical Vogue fashion, are nonetheless totally spot on, insightful and written by someone with a long fashion memory.

Sigh. I'm jealous.
Is she gorgeous and skinny too, like other Vogue writers?

Cause that would be just wrong.