Yeeeah, I don't think I get this.

For me, enjoying glossy fashion pictorials is never a function of liking the clothing on the models but rather the feelings evoked when I look at the clothing on the models. I like the moods these haute couture houses cast over you with their quirky minimalism (Marc Jacobs, Jil Sander, etc.) and their sexually ambiguous human collages (Dolce & Gabbana, Versace, etc.). Perhaps if I had the means to purchase even an extra button off of one of these garments, I'd consider them less as entertainment and more as real advertisements, but frankly, something tells me I'll never know that transition.

My tinker needs the entirety of the evening to figure out whether I hate, love or just plumb don't get the David Sims' shot Spring/Summer '08 Balenciaga adverts featuring your and my favorite hanger, Jennifer Connelly.

I've been looking at these two photos for a while now, and the only 100% sure conclusion I've made is that her hair is a brilliant recreation of how mine used to look after six straight innings of wearing a catcher's mask and shin guards.

Thoughts?