Bought my annual copy of Vanity Fair with the actress Gwyneth Paltrow looking like apiece of Velveeta cheese on the cover. Where do they get these art directors?

The issue is lite as a feather dwelling in the cultural interstices somewhere without a distinct identity--a little politics, a little celebrity material, some Palm Beach (yawn), a little literary, a little Gauguin. All words, familiar, easily identifiable proper nouns for the semi-educated.