| MATTHEW LYNCH,
EXECUTIVE EDITOR |
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Not so long ago, provision- and ammo-hoarding for the prospect of some soon-ish apocalypse was pretty exclusively the domain of the political right. No more! Kase Wickman checks in on a new crop of left-leaning preppers who, for reasons that are somewhat plain, have decided to study up on self-sufficiency. One doomsday consultant sums up his clients’ prevailing sentiment thus: “I can’t trust the government. I can’t trust a badge holder. I have to trust my family, my loved ones, and our skills. We have to, now, start taking care of ourselves.” In a turn I did not see coming, some of the prospective survivalists and their advisers have wound up thinking pretty deeply about what community means at its most basic level and how much one may need when the lights go out.
Elsewhere today, Paris Fashion Week is in full swing, Selena Gomez teases her full wedding photo album, and a look back at the late Jane Goodall. More tomorrow… |
There are so, so, so, so many scenarios for the apocalypse. Natural disasters: fires, floods, tornadoes. And man-made: biochemical accidents, wars, mass shootings. The stereotype of a prepper—borne of the Cold War paranoia of the ’50s and ’60s—is a rifle-clutching, far-right Deliverance type, wild-eyed and making for the exit, mapping the quickest route to the closest bunker. And the boomer preppers are still out there. But a younger generation of preppers is growing, with and among us all.
Political progressives, seeing the writing on the wall, are joining the ranks of disaster preppers—and making it their own. VF’s Kase Wickman meets members of the new class. |
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The shows are in full swing, and so is the celebrity quotient in the front row. |
The short answer: Entertainment is the new oil. |
The Only Murders in the Building star has been slowly sharing photos from her wedding to Benny Blanco. |
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It took $44 million (more than $450 million today), two directors, two separate casts, and two and a half years of on-and-off filming in England, Italy, Egypt, and Spain to bring Cleopatra, Twentieth Century Fox’s lavish, eyeball-popping spectacle, to the screen.
In VF’s April 1998 issue, David Kamp relived an epic folly that was eclipsed only by the international furor over the scandalous romance of its stars, Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. |
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