Well, it was fun while it lasted.
On August 6, a new twitter-account, CondeElevator, arose to the surface. Boldly descripted as 'Things heard in the Conde Nast elevators do not stay in the Conde Nast elevators', the attention of gossip and fashion lovers worldwide was drawn instantly, and the entire world was suddenly deafened by the sound of the dropping jaws of every Vogue reading, Anna Wintour glorifying fashionista.
The person behind the illustrous account was (and hopefully, still is) an employé of the Conde Nast Imperium (housing - amongst others - the Bible, also known as Vogue) and amused all his followers with squirky comments and sneaky jokes that were told in the Conde Nast elevators. With hot posts such as
CondeElevators had followers in the five digit zone faster than you can say 'thoseteenvoguekidsaresooointrouble'. Unfortunately, like all good things, the Conde Nast live feed didn't live a long life.
With one last post last night,
CondeElevator went as quickly as he/she (she? I think it's a she) came. Bummer.
And no, Goldman, and not even you, Hearst, neither of you should try to follow in CondeElevator's footsteps. 'Cause you know what they say: the sequel's just never that good.
R.I.P., CondeElevator
x Magel
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