Think elite, think East coast, think egotistical - the three E’s.    They live in million-dollar brownstones and send their kids to boarding schools in Connecticut, their tender feet parading around in six-inch exotic skin heels that never touch the gum strewn cockroach crawling streets of New York City. Their driver is their Roman chariot - their savior from being exposed to the perils of a less-than-perfect reality.  

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This doesn’t sound ideal, but hey, at least they always vote democrat - although many “I’m with her” stickers had to be gracefully peeled off the back of their Maserati's with a gold-plated knife (they never cook anyways). It is them, the seamless and silent influencers, except this time they aren’t influencing on your Instagram feed but rather influencing elections - the Kremlin might as well be moved to a three-story brownstone with preferably a red door. From the 2016 election they were unanimously “I’m with her” because a. she is a woman and they gravitate to any form of identity politics unless it threatens to take away their wealth and b. because, as mentioned above they thought Bernie would take away their wealth and tax them into obliquity.  

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Anna Wintour, occupier of the iron throne immune to all scandal, Vogue, is a doting supporter of South Bend Indiana Mayor, Pete Buttigieg. An endorsement made on the safeguarding of money. No woman? No Warren? Maybe she was afraid she’d take over the tethered reins of Vogue herself and the next day everyone would be wearing Lululemon pants with pussy hat pink and democratic donkey blue blazers.  

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Wintour’s net worth of $35 million is a humble $16 million away from succumbing to Warren’s millionaire tear- inducing tax plan of taxing two cents from every 51 millionth and thereafter dollar earned. Modern American elitist liberalism is counterrevolutionary - they know the revolution is within the alt-right to they stick to the basics, donating a lot of money, attending fundraisers in wine caves dripping in Swarovski crystals. Most Americans don’t want to be told what to do by an ostentatious Brit with a royally large net with - we fought a revolution to avoid this happening again. Vogue did not respond to comment as to if they will be endorsing a candidate in 2020. Attention within the steely walls of Vogue has drifted from endorsing candidates to the cancellation of the 2020 Met Ball. The catalyst? A pandemic. 

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The problem is pervasive in the New York fashion set. Bloomberg, fellow rich New Yorker, has garnered the support from former Vogue employee Selby Drummond who took a leave from her new position at Snapchat to campaign for Bloomberg. Leandra Medine of The Man Repeller, and the human equivalent of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe, Derek Blasberg, endorsed Bloomberg. Bloomberg, former mayor of New York City now sees himself as a beloved figurehead, he has spent fractions of his extensive net worth running ads against Trump. They don’t want anyone to disrupt the system, they want a plutocrat who will favor the same people that Trump does. It is a change of party, and barely a change of anything else.  

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Now that Biden is the candidate, Drummond promotes Snapchat advertisements, Bloomberg tweets, the occasional viewed Biden endorsement, or stunning political commentary like “wtf is this”. Blasberg is busy having a love affair with homemade banana bread, promoting an interview with Miley Cyrus for The Wall Street Journal and asking philosophical questions such as “do you think the pigeons miss us?”. Medine is missing her nanny and lamenting about the perils of early morning Zoom calls.  

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The epitome of this phenomenon is Karlie Kloss. She’s married to Jared Kushner’s brother Joshua Kushner. She posted a photo of her voting for Hillary in 2016 on Instagram (brave, Presidential medal of freedom for this, please) and gave an interview to British Vogue for the August 2019 issue lamenting about how “hard” it is being married to Jared Kushner’s brother and how her “liberal” values are what matter most to her. This doesn’t stop her, however, from attending tennis games with the demonic cocktail that is Wendi Deng (Rupert Murdoch’s ex-wife) Princess Beatrice, Ivanka Trump, and Jared Kushner, the only one missing, unfortunately, was Jeffrey Epstein.  

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From inside the castle walls, I spoke to Phillip Picardi, formerly of Teen Vogue and Out magazine he is one of the few in his circle who decided not to campaign for another billionaire. Picardi is not telling people who to vote for but encouraging them to be more involved with the primary process. He warns that, in his eyes, “fashion is wary of genuine critics” and “often avoids politics for fear of alienating a “broader” consumer base. In this age of capitalism, why stand for something and risk conflict when you could just stand for nothing and collect a profit?”  

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Is any of this new? Democrats, at least in these places, on elite edges of America, have always been this way. And up until he couldn’t win an election unless he changed his party, Trump was one of them. It’s a suits me or silence mentality. Money gets poured into the pot of billionaire NYC friend and the like, and when they’re out, all is forgotten. Can a 77-year-old man from Delaware (Biden) save the Met Gala? Probably not. The frivolous fiasco that is fashion figures getting involved in politics brings up the question as to if they should even have been speaking on such issues. As long as the candidates are traditional, and WASP-y as ever they will garner a fan following inside of the elite fashion circles of NYC, desperate to keep their thrones.