Don't Cry For Me, Syriana

Ed Driscoll | 8:22 PM on March 18, 2012

FILE -- In this Friday, Nov. 20, 2015 file photo, Mali troopers assist a hostage to leave the Radisson Blu hotel to safety after gunmen attacked the hotel, in Bamako, Mali. The al-Qaida-claimed attack on a Mali hotel may have been partly aimed at asserting the global terror networks relevance as it faces an unprecedented challenge from the Islamic State group for leadership of the global jihadi movement. While the two groups share similar goals they have been bitterly divided over strategy and leadership, and have come to blows in Syria. (AP Photo/Harouna Traore, File)

At the Tatler, Roger L. Simon writes, “The gang at Condé Nast must be cringing at the release of the lovey-dovey his and her emails of the bloodthirsty Assads:”

In recently revealed emails, the oh-so-chic (at least according to Vogue) Asma claims to be the real “dictator” in the Assad home and even makes jokes about Homs, where civilians are being shelled by her husband. Making Marie Antoinette look like a piker, she spends her time shopping online, evidently under various pseudonyms, while the people of her country are murdered.

Now as many will recall, Asma was the subject of a fawning interview in Condé Nast’s Vogue last March entitled “A Rose in the Desert.”

Oops, you may have noticed you get a 404 “page not found” at the link, replete with a Vogue model no less. That’s because the magazine has scrubbed the article.

If you’re looking for it, it’s here, thanks to The Atlantic. The Atlantic also has a damning article on how Vogue tried to stand by the story. This is more than Radical Chic. It’s Fascist Chic!

Roger goes on to describe Vogue’s fascist chic as “horrifying and disgusting” — but in a sense, it’s simply the distaff equivalent of Thomas Friedman’s Chicom worship at the New York Times, which itself is merely the latest iteration of the paper’s 80 year old love for Big Brother.

“No copy of Vogue is going to darken our house again,” Roger adds. “How about yours?”

Not much risk here, but I did watch The September Issue last year, the documentary about Vogue, circa 2007 AW (After Wintour), and wrote it up at the PJ Lifestyle blog. For a whole host of reasons, it really did feel like the publishing industry equivalent of Titanic or The Last Days of Pompeii.

If Anna Wintour is looking for a Mideast equivalent of Evita Peron, that’s not exactly a shock based on how she comes across in her own documentary.

Related: Don’t cry for me, Barry Obama: “Supermodel Elle Macpherson Loves Obama: ‘I’m Socialist — What Do You Expect?'”

Which begs the question — what kind of socialist is BHO?