I'm not exactly Vice Magazine's target audience, but I picked this up at Tower Records once, and within about two minutes of opening it I was laughing so hard that my stomach hurt. This book is mean, but oh my goodness is it funny. The only thing is, now if I see someone wearing snow pants, for example, or a shirt printed with flames, it's really hard not to laugh out loud.
This is possibly the greatest book of all time. I know it's not real literature, but all books should hope to have such wit, sarcasm, and loathe for humanity. I aspire to hate as beautifully as Vice.
so funny its not even funny. har har. aaaaanyway. good coffee table book. fun to just pick up and read a few pages at a time here and there. oh, good for the bathroom then! is that gross to say that? meh, whatever
This book is a good coffee table/bathroom book. You never know what each page will bring, except for a series of off-color remarks about outfits you never dared to try. It shoots holes in what you might think a fashion magazine might be, and produces enough laughs to fill a comedy club. However, eventually you can't help but feel a little bad for some of the people.
Oh boy, this book is mean, and I loved every word of it! Leave it up to good ole Mom to introduce me to this filthy, snarky, bad fashion fest. Thanks Mommy!
VICE magazine is ultra funny. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was feeling weepy and open and this book allowed me to laugh at the expense of strangers and get back to my normal, wry self. For that I am so grateful.
Not exactly a "proud pleasure" - honestly, Vice Magazine's So-Over-It-We're-Under-It editorial tone would have cut more ice with me back a good decade or so when I considered my own opinions to be unalterable laws. That said, this book made me laugh. A lot. Even sans the crudely hilarious commentary, the parade of the misguided and the beguiling (misbeguiling?)contained in these photographs is enough to give the most inveterate fast-forwarders pause.