By Catherine Zou (17A01B)
Reading fashion magazines has always been, personally, a faintly confusing affair. Mostly for the seemingly-endless positions that models can contort their bodies into, or the niggling sense that all the sultry gazes and upturned chins are meant to express some sort of profound message. But all this is personal — the cries of “cultural appropriation” and of “fetishism” are not, in general, the first thing that comes to mind. But it seems I am mistaken.






