So I take it that you’ve never actually read Sassy, or know who it was written by, or written for, or what content could be found therein? There’s a reason it had such a short shelf-life: it was strictly a '90s thing, mapping the rise of underground and independent (“indie”) art movements of that era. Female art critics in their thirties talking about how it changed their life, set them on the path to becoming who they are, informed their tastes, did whatever, all of that’s fine. They were rightly influenced by the magazine.
But Tavi, no fucking way. That boat sailed, like, twenty goddamn years ago. There are alternative magazines now (Vice, N+1, etc) that are doing the same thing, only doing it in a contemporary, relevant way. These magazines were founded, are produced, written for, and dreamed up by the very same people who were influenced by Sassy growing up. And Sassy was assuredly written by people who had been influenced by previous magazines, or scenes, or strong, charismatic street people. That’s how it goes. That’s how it works.
Sassy was a revelation for many people, no doubt. But it stopped being revelational for a thousand different reasons nearly a decade before Tavi was born. Because we subsumed that whole thing into our culture a long time ago, adapted to it, digested it, and re-iterated it many different ways. It’s no longer new, no longer important. It’s a given. It’s duh, obviously.
But, you might say, maybe Tavi found something new and inspirational, something universal, in the old back-catalog of a long-defunct, irrelevant magazine. It taught her something important, possibly.
Except that’s not the case. She’s very clearly couching her outlook in nostalgic language, she’s involving herself with the vanguards of that era, with the people who grew up reading Sassy. She’s the little sister, looking up to her younger brother, taking her fashion cues, her music cues, her whatever, from him.
And that’s the beginning and end of what she’s doing. Like Argent Towers said, she’s not doing anything fresh and original. She’s parroting the very people who are holding her up as some kind of “fashion prodigy,” and those people are loving everything she’s telling them. The only thing she’s doing is flattering the establishment.
The teens who are actually producing fresh and original content, the people who, in the very near future, will begin dictating the direction of our culture, are practically numberless. And they’re flying under the radar because the people who run magazines like The New Yorker are just so divorced from what’s going on that they might as well be deaf and blind.
Tavi’s not fresh, she’s not original, and she’s certainly not a fashion prodigy. The only thing that she really is, is a good mimic.