SPOTTED: GG It was only a matter of time. With half her most captivating subjects boasting Korean roots — and an entire generation of elegance, excess, and exquisite secrecy emerging from Seoul — it was inevitable that GG would redirect her gaze eastward. What began as a flirtation quickly evolved into a full-blown affair. Seoul, with its luminous skin rituals, rooftop martinis, and late-night rendezvous beneath neon skies, proved irresistible. The city’s rhythm is faster, its nightlife sharper, and its whispers... infinitely more intriguing. From the stylised chaos of Hongdae to the poised restraint of Apgujeong, every district tells a different story — and GG is here for all of them. Yes, she’s officially obsessed. So much so that she’s discreetly dispatched her informants — polished, well-connected, and dangerously discreet — across the city, poised to capture what her favourite Seoulites get up to when they slip away from the spotlight. Especially during Chuseok, when tradition, family, and a hint of scandal tend to collide in the most photogenic of ways. As of today, GG’s reach no longer ends at the Hudson River. Her presence is now woven into the fabric of Seoul — as seamless as a silk Hanbok, as commanding as a look from the latest Maison Margiela runway. So keep an eye on her newly updated digital domain — because the stories won’t just come from penthouses on Park Avenue, but also from high-rises in Cheongdam-dong, discreet lounges in Itaewon, and that elusive villa in Hannam that no one talks about, but everyone desperately wants to see inside. Because if you thought you knew glamour, power, and betrayal... darling, that was just New York. Seoul is a whole new story. And GG? She’s already writing it.
04.09.2025 Three years, three hundred scandals, countless broken hearts — and yet, the champagne never seems to stop flowing. Vogue would call it longevity, I call it survival. Because only the sharpest stilettos cut deep enough to leave marks on the marble floors of Manhattan’s most exclusive soirées. And oh, darling, haven’t there been marks… From whispered affairs in dark corners of Fifth Avenue penthouses, to white lines served as casually as hors d’oeuvres at midnight in SoHo lofts — decadence has always dressed itself well. But fashion isn’t the only thing that dies with the season. One guest, whose name you’ll never read in the Times, didn’t make it out alive from an Upper East Side gala. Tragic accident? Or perfectly staged silence? Let’s just say, the guest list is one body shorter, and the world kept twirling in sequins and satin as if nothing ever happened. Three years of me means three years of you — the clinking glasses, the forbidden touches, the photographs that never saw the light of day. A runway of sins draped in Valentino and Saint Laurent, stitched together with secrets sharper than safety pins. You call them scandals; I call them headlines waiting for their spotlight. So raise your crystal flute high, my darlings. Here’s to another year of decadence, deception, and desire. Because parties end, empires fall, and beauty fades… but a well-kept secret in the right hands? That’s eternal.

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30.07.2025 New York. Seoul. Two cities, two worlds — but luxury and intrigue taste just as exquisite in any time zone. You thought I was retiring? Oh, darling... I’m just getting started. A new city means new faces, and with them, an entirely fresh collection of secrets waiting to be uncovered. Because whether it’s a penthouse at The Empire or an apartment overlooking Cheongdam from The Penthouse, there will always be someone with something to hide. But a word of caution — in a world where the line between love and betrayal is thinner than a Birkin strap, and reputations shatter faster than a Dior compact dropped on marble flooring, you either play the game or you disappear. So who’s rising to the top, and who’s about to fall with a bang? More importantly, whose story is destined for the cover… and whose will be relegated to the column titled pathetic attempts at a comeback? Settle in, fasten your seatbelts, and hold on to your Hermès — because if you thought New York was dramatic, just wait until you see what Seoul has in store. And don’t forget: I’m everywhere. The real question is… will you be in the know — or left behind?
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The Archive Speaks in Silk: Secrets Vogue Never Published

Byline: Words by someone who knows that fashion’s truest luxury is what endures


“There is a place where fashion doesn’t age—it deepens.”

Where every hem tells a story, and perfume lingers long after a gown has been returned to its box. A place where time is folded, pleated, and catalogued. They call it the Vogue Archive. But “archive” hardly captures it.

It is less a filing cabinet and more a sacred vault. Behind secured doors and temperature-controlled silence lies the history of fashion—not written, but worn. Yes, there are articles. Thousands. Every issue since 1892, digitised, thumbed-through, studied. Covers like portals, headlines like prophecies. You can search it by colour, by silhouette, by the names that stitched themselves into culture: McQueen, Saint Laurent, Galliano. But what the public rarely sees—what isn’t searchable—is what the archive holds. Because Vogue doesn’t just document fashion. It keeps it.

Somewhere in a hushed room, beneath soft white gloves and stricter NDAs, are the pieces themselves. The dresses. The gloves. The shoes that once clicked down editorial sets, the earrings that caught the light of Irving Penn’s lens. Chanel boucle jackets worn by supermodels whose names still stop traffic. Gowns with necklines that changed red carpets forever. Accessories still scented faintly with smoke from an early-'90s shoot. Not props. Artifacts.

Some of it has been borrowed—on permanent loan from designers, sent after shoots and never retrieved. Some of it is commissioned. And some... simply stayed. Because when a piece becomes part of fashion history, where else could it go? Every item is catalogued, archived, whispered about. Some are displayed in glass cases for staff and curators. Others are pulled for reference—when a modern shoot wants the echo of a 1950s silhouette, or when couture needs a memory to spark something new. Once in a while, a garment makes a quiet reappearance: reimagined, rephotographed, recontextualised. But always with reverence. And then there are the secrets.

There are unpublished editorials. Captured but never shown. Test shots, alternate covers, gowns that were shot and pulled. Rumours of entire shoots pulled at the last moment—not for scandal, but because the standard was too high to risk compromise. Notes from Grace Coddington still clipped to garment bags. A handwritten suggestion from Diana Vreeland on how to stage “grandeur”. Boxes with nothing inside but gloves—thirty pairs, each ivory, each worn once. Why? No one’s sure. But they stay.

And like all sacred things, the archive is alive.

It’s not a museum—it breathes. Stylists pass through it like scholars in a rare library. Young editors walk softly among racks that have seen more fashion than most front rows. Some whisper, some linger. Some cry. To touch a piece worn by Linda, Naomi, Kate—there are no words. Only the rustle of tulle.

So what does the Vogue Archive hold? Fashion’s memory. Its evolution. Its untold stories and whispered corrections. But most of all, it holds its why. Because fashion doesn’t begin and end with trends. It begins with vision.

“And in a world that forgets fast, the archive remembers slowly—deliberately. Beautifully. And isn’t that the rarest luxury of all?”


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