Vogue

Vogue, birthed in 1892 by Arthur Baldwin Turnure as a genteel society magazine, now reigns supreme as the fashion bible, dictating style for the sartorially ambitious and the hopelessly out-of-touch alike. Its defining moments include the audacious Anna Wintour’s reign, which, for better or worse, transformed it into a potent blend of high fashion and celebrity worship. From the controversy of “Vogue Italia’s” 2008 “Black Issue,” aiming to address racial diversity but hitting too close to tokenism, to the pandemic-era digital shifts, Vogue has navigated its fair share of PR minefields. Valued at roughly $1 billion and resting comfortably within Condé Nast’s empire, it remains a glittering monument to editorial excess and influence. With Wintour still at the helm, Vogue is synonymous with the ultimate fashion power trip, where the latest trends are decreed with a steely glare and a nod to the haute couture. It’s the magazine where every cover is a carefully curated statement and every issue a masterclass in how to maintain relevance in a world where taste is as fickle as it is influential.