Literally. Vogue published an editorial called "Fire Starters" featuring the likes of Julianne Moore, her daughter, Jessica Chastain, Amy Adams and even one of the men who has proven ginger men can be as dreamy, if not dreamier, than the tall-dark-and-handsomes, pro-snowboarder Shaun White. Annie Leibovitz photographed the unicorns of the human race, so the pictures (and Shaun) are quite stunning.
Although Perez Hilton criticizes the magazine for including a few dye jobs (cough *Florence Welch* cough cough) they mostly stuck to us true ging-os. Plus, we can forgive Welch for being a dye job, because she's fucking awesome, and I believe actually fits as a redhead. She is one of very, very, very few people who I will say that about.
This is what Miss Wintour's cronies have to say about our race:
"Mythologized, demonized, celebrated: Every shade, from carrot to scarlet, conveys an inscrutable allure. Julianne Moore, Jessica Chastain, Domhnall Gleeson, Amy Adams, Karen Elson, Madison Stubbington, Florence Welch, and Shaun White—these are today’s fire starters."
Well, "inscrutable allure". Damn, what an appropriate description of us flameheads. Thanks, Vogue. I shall hereforth refer to myself as a fire starter. We've sure come a long way from having fires started by other people with the intent of burning us to death for being witches. (Which - side note - we are.)
I also have to applaud the magazine for including SO MANY famous redheads in one spot because I remember thumbing through that magazine in high school and maybe seeing Lily Cole once in a while but otherwise wondering why there weren't any redheads in high fashion -- and what the hell I was suppose to aspire when I became 6 feet tall and wispy thin and hopelessly rich.
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