The Conde Nast Elevator Twitter Feed is so the Suri Cruise’s Burn Book of August. It is like being in the sequel to The Devil Wears Prada. Apparently this is what people are really saying in the elevator at the Conde Nast building in New York City. It is pretty much everything you imagined editors at magazines like Vogue, Teen Vogue, Vanity Fair and GQ would talk about: blatant anorexia confessions, wealth, fashion and cankles. It may be made up, but I don’t care because it is friggin’ funny.
Some of my favorite lines so far include:
Girl #1: There should be an elevator that only goes to Vogue. Just up to the 12th floor and back down. Girl #2: totally.
Girl #1: I love that necklace, I saw it at Banana last week and almost bought it too. Girl #2: [flips hair] This is Gucci.
Fl 5 Lady peering at her friend’s to-go box of lettuce and carrots: Ooooh, that looks good!
Fashion Girl Fl 12: Do these shoes make me look like I have cankles? Fashion Guy: No, they just have really fat straps.
Teen Vogue-er to Teen Vogue-er: “I don’t understand why she was so pissed. I’d want to know if something made me look fat.”
Girl #1: Where’d you go on vacation? Girl #2: The south of France. Girl #1: Oh, I’ve heard good things!
So far, no one seems to be quoting the great Anna Wintour yet but I feel like she probably doesn’t even take the elevator with regular people. She either has her own or 10 Gucci-clad men carry her up the stairs on a bed, I would imagine.