Carey Mulligan covers US Vogue
Carey Mulligan‘s star has been in the ascendant for some time – and sometimes I forget just what a great actress she is. Handily, I was reminded the other day by her turn in the 2005 version of Pride and …
Carey Mulligan‘s star has been in the ascendant for some time – and sometimes I forget just what a great actress she is. Handily, I was reminded the other day by her turn in the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice, which was on RTÉ. IMDB also tells me she’s due to star in the film adaptation of Ian McEwan‘s On Chesil Beach, and I wonder if I’m alone in thinking this quite an inspired choice.
A slight digression, for a short moment: do you ever read books and have a very clear idea of who should play the lead character and then, when the film adaptation is finally made, find yourself immensely disappointed with what you see as an oversight on the part of the director? This happened me with JM Coetzee‘s Disgrace, which, along with McEwan’s own Enduring Love, has to be one of my favourite books (in neither case is this because of the uplifting quality of the novels, for the record). David Lurie, the title character in the book, is played by John Malkovich, whose frightening sneer renders the character entirely unsympathetic, in my view, while Kevin Spacey (“as enigmatic as he is talented, says IMDB – truly, his cup runneth over) would have been such a perfect choice . . . sigh. Anyway, digression over.
This, dear readers, is the point: Carey Mulligan on the cover of the October issue of US Vogue. I’ll admit to having ignored most of the September issues, firstly because I’m sure we’re all over-saturated with commentary about them, and secondly because none of them caught my eye all that much. But I’ll admit to having a bit of a soft spot for US Vogue – more than UK Vogue, which is obsessed with hedonism and former drug users who now live in idyllic sunny villas – and so this cover pleases me more than it might were it on its UK counterpart.
But really, it’s so much more than that; the Chanel is sublime, the hair is gorgeous, the wry smile on Mulligan’s face is as pleasing to me as my morning latte. PLUS! The healing power of food! Never has a subtitle to an article pleased me so. I would love if my food could heal me – not to mention do my washing, but that’s besides the point. I’ll be making a trip to Eason’s later on this evening to stock up on these lesser-spotted magazines (US Vogue, i-D, maybe a bit of Teen Vogue and perhaps a copy of Love or Pop) and shall report back on the food healing.