You will recall that on February 25, 2011, the ultra chic, ultra progressive Vogue magazine published a fawning profile of Syrian first lady Asma Assad and her husband Bashar al-Assad. Not too long after Joan Juliet Buck’s story appeared Syria descended into open savagery and what do you know, the story was flushed from on-line Vogue.
On February 25, 2011 the ultra liberal, ultra chic, ultar amoral Vogue magazine published a fawning profile of Syria’s Asma al-Assad, wife of dictator Bashar al-Assad, who can only be described as a totalitarian butcher.
In the past year his regime has murdered at least 11,000 of his own people.
On March 2, 2011, Seraphic Secret reported on this profile. We likened it to “Springtime for Hitler.” We also saved the article because we had an inkling that sooner or later Vogue would, Soviet style, drop it down the memory hole.
We can only assume that the slaughter in Syria has finally registered as a bit unfashionable and indeed, Vogue has scrubbed the story.
But we think Vogue—prominent Obama fundraisers—should be held accountable for their hymn to evil, so here is their original story in case you missed it.
Read the whole thing—if you have the stomach—because the last sentence…
Asma al-Assad: A Rose in the Desert
by Joan Juliet Buck | photographed by James Nachtwey
Asma al-Assad, Syria’s dynamic first lady, is on a mission to create a beacon of culture and secularism in a powder-keg region—and to put a modern face on her husband’s regime.
Asma al-Assad is glamorous, young, and very chic—the freshest and most magnetic of first ladies. Her style is not the couture-and-bling dazzle of Middle Eastern power but a deliberate lack of adornment. She’s a rare combination: a thin, long-limbed beauty with a trained analytic mind who dresses with cunning understatement. Paris Match calls her “the element of light in a country full of shadow zones.” She is the first lady of Syria.
Several days ago Seraphic Secret received this email from a loyal but unhappy reader:
It’s been ages since you posted a Friday Footwear blog. I get it. You like to write about Israel. Awesome. I’m a Christian Zionist who loves the Jewish people. You like to cut Obama down to size. Double awesome. I’m a Conservative. You like to write these amazing tales of Hollywood moral corruption. Again awesome because who doesn’t love fallen stars. But Robert, let me confess that I have a physical yearning for Friday Footwear.
Has Karen stopped buying cute shoes?
Have Offspring #2 & 3 gone on shoe strike?
You’re a Hollywood playwriter, right? Aren’t you supposed to give the audience what it wants?
Well I’m a gal who wants shoes, shoes, shoes!
Dear In Despair:
Thanks so much for your kind if desperate note. My bad. You are right, it’s been far too long since I posted a Friday Footwear edition. I have no excuse.
And yes, I am a screenwriter whose first duty is to my audience.
Lucky for you, Karen’s been hunting and gathering at Loehmann’s and Target the past few days and the love of my life has nabbed some choice new footwear.
Warning: Karen’s latest haul is anything but cute. In fact, the new shoes are positively… well, you’ll see.