September’s 916-page Vogue induced in us a medical crisis (two crises, if you count the hernia we sustained while carrying it from the mailbox). After reading contributor Lynn Yaeger’s piece on her prosopagnosia, commonly known as face blindness, we began to fret that we, too, were afflicted. Ms. Yaeger admits that she didn’t even recognize Gisele Bundchen in person—imagine! She also wrote that she gets particularly perplexed when her friends tuck their hair into big fur hats, a mere 78 pages before we noted some unrecognizable model posing with her hair tucked into one big fur hat after another. Hey, wait, that’s Lady Gaga, as styled by the clever Grace Coddington! Ms. Coddington furthered our face-blindness in a spread based on the life of Edith Wharton, with Ms. Wharton played by model Natalia Vodianova, in Nina Ricci and Rochas, and Henry James played by—we were sure our eyes deceived us!—Jeffrey Eugenides. The Marriage Plot author looks familiar only because he sports a series of vests not dissimilar to the one he wore on a Times Square billboard last year. Finally, there’s the profile of a sporty young graduate student in a metallic Marc Jacobs gown—hey, that’s Chelsea Clinton! And while America was shocked by her hinting to writer Jonathan Van Meter that she might run for office, we were shocked by Mr. Van Meter’s declaration that Ms. Clinton has a fashion sense similar to Beyoncé’s. Turns out prosopagnosia is no impediment to writing for Vogue. Just ask Ms. Yaeger, who, in a separate piece this month on the history of models, writes, “For years nobody knew their names.” She should know.
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