Fishbowl NY has a great and hilarious example of an actually critical critique. In it, Chris O’Shea takes down an oh-so-precious article in Vogue about Miranda Brooks’ and Bastien Halard’s “pastoral” Brooklyn home. I love this scathing review precisely because it’s so rare, and articles like the one in Vogue are so ubiquitous. I live in Northwest Arkansas, and we have no less than three full-color glossies dedicated to just this kind of fawning “lifestyle journalism.”
Don’t get me wrong, the rich, and those who suck up to them, have every right to write and read about their well-manicured estates and precious antique servingware. But let’s call a spade a spade: it’s toadying – no more, no less. Even that bastion of journalistic integrity, William Randolph Hearst, said, “News is something somebody doesn’t want printed; all else is advertising.” I tip my hat to O’Shea for pulling no punches and calling dreck, dreck.