Mother’s Day #TBTs from Vogue Editors Inline
Photo: Courtesy of Chioma Nnadi1/19Chioma Nnadi, Fashion News Director, Vogue.com
My mother definitely does not share my obsession with fashion. I'd say she dreads shopping for new clothes the way little kids dread a trip to the dentist. So it's always so funny to look back on old pictures of her as a young mom, and see how stylishly she dressed. As a child of the sixties, she claims to have been far more invested in the idea of revolution than personal style, but I think she forgets that that free-spirited way of being came with such a strong look.
Photo: Courtesy of Christiane Mack2/19Christiane Mack, Executive Director, Editorial and Special Projects, Vogue
Smart, chic, and sporty too! I miss her every day.
Photo: Courtesy of Taylor Antrim3/19Taylor Antrim, Senior Editor, Vogue
My mom, Zayde Child, holding me in the summer of 1974 in Quaker Hill, New York. Love you, Mom!
Photo: Courtesy of Alexandra Macon4/19Alexandra Macon, Managing Editor, Vogue.com
Tinted sunglasses? Check. Popped collar? Check. Angela and Alex, 1982. Happy Mother’s Day!
Photo: Courtesy of Alessandra Codinha5/19Alessandra Codinha, Fashion News Editor, Vogue.com
Me, my mother, and the good ol’ strangle kiss.
Photo: Courtesy of Edward Barsamian6/19Edward Barsamian, Style Editor, Vogue.com
I often give my mother a hard time, but I wouldn’t be me without having been raised by her. Case in point? When we were learning about the explorers in school, she taught me to remember the explorer Jacques Cartier by referencing the jewelry house, telling me, “It’s the brand that decorates its shop with a large bow at Christmas.”
Photo: Courtesy of Liana Satenstein7/19Liana Satenstein, Fashion News Writer, Vogue.com
I don’t remember anything about this photo except that my headband broke and I started crying.
Photo: Courtesy of Beau Sam8/19Beau Sam, New Media Editor, Vogue.com
My mom and I would go skating on the weekends. I had trouble going up hills so she would let me hold onto the straps of her fanny pack and would pull me. Looking back, it must have been a great workout for her!
Photo: Courtesy of Anny Choi9/19Anny Choi, Assistant Market Editor, Vogue.com
I have no idea where this picture was taken but my mom is going to be so excited that she is on Vogue.com!
Photo: Courtesy of Chelsea Zalopany10/19Chelsea Zalopany, Market Editor, Vogue.com
Feeding the baby ducklings with my mother who I made hang out with me 24/7 until my sisters were born. But the real #TBT here are my play clothes. What ever happened to play clothes?!
Photo: Courtesy of Rebecca Bengal11/19Rebecca Bengal, Contributing Editor, Vogue.com
There aren’t many pictures of just the two of us when I was little (this was long before everyone in my family became obsessive photographers), but I love this one of just-born me and my mom. “I thought you’d like to see the glow on my face when I’m looking at you,” she wrote when she mailed it to me last week. Dagger to the heart.
Photo: Courtesy of Emily Barasch12/19Emily Barasch, Contributing Researcher, Vogue.com
Few women can pull off the nineties hairstyle à la Elaine Benes from Seinfeld quite as chicly as my mother. Here she is pregnant with my brother, aglow with warmth and confidence as I eat my fingers.
Photo: Courtesy of Jessie Heyman13/19Jessie Heyman, Deputy Culture Editor, Vogue.com
My mother had a thing for doing my hair in a way that made no sense whatsoever. Why a vertical side bow, mom, why?
Photo: Courtesy of Kelly Connor14/19Kelly Connor, Denim Editor, Vogue
Me and mom. Little did she know those mom jeans would leave such an impression on me that I am now the denim editor!
Photo: Courtesy of Laird Borrelli-Persson15/19Laird Borrelli-Persson, Archive Editor, Vogue.com
My stylish and accomplished mother taught me, by example, to be kind, work hard, and send thank-you notes. I inherited her lovely handwriting instead of her height, but she trained me to think tall.
Photo: Courtesy of Bardia Zeinali16/19Bardia Zeinali, Photo Researcher, Vogue.com
My mom and I on my seventh birthday—at Burger King in Taiwan. Love you, Mom!
Photo: Courtesy of Monica Kim17/19Monica Kim, Research Editor, Vogue.com
When I was little, my dad was still finishing up his medical residency and fellowship—long, long hours—so my mom and I spent all our time together. Here we are at the Chicago zoo. She looked so young (and chic!) that strangers stopped to ask if she was my older sister—they still do to this day.
Photo: Courtesy of Andee Olson18/19Andee Olson, Production Manager, Vogue.com
We traveled a lot when I was a kid, but no place was more beautiful than Alaska. We hiked around all day, watched the Northern Lights at night, and looked for moose eggs constantly. Couldn't imagine a better travel companion than my mom!
Photo: Courtesy of Abby Aguirre19/19Abby Aguirre, Culture Editor, Vogue.com
Marie Aguirre raised four children, can outswim all of them, and, even now, at 70, remains undefeated in both tennis and ping-pong. The first grammarian, the first foodie, a yogi decades before it was cool. Here she is in La Jolla, California, wearing me in a backpack. I love you, Mom. You’re my hero.
