Remember that episode of Sex and The City when Sarah Jessica Parker goes to Vogue with a story for her editor who essentially slays it and leaves the former feeling dejected, so much so that she is forced to day-drink martinis with that middle-aged man (Vogue publisher? An editor? I can’t quite remember)?
He proceeds to pull down his pants (thus revealing a pair of sock garters that seemed unusually akin to last summer’s Alexander Wang gladiator sandals) while showing Parker the magazine’s closet. She goes on about Manolo Blahnik Mary Janes and calls them a shoe myth, even though I’ve never not seen that particular style on display wherever Blahniks are sold.
Well, when Mindy Kaling went to Vogue de facto, nothing of the sort happened.
The ja-la-peno lover just wanted to wear some damn Balmain, purportedly set aside for Rihanna, but was instead left to contemplate the paradoxically elegant, young Laura Bush-ish, totally chic but in a joyless kind of way egg-shell colored cardigan.