I never thought I would type the words above.  In my mind, pigs would fly and Tyra Banks would leave television and turn to living a quiet life of knitting socks in Montana before Crocs, the most hideous and loathed of all footwear would be in Vogue, and not just any Vogue but French Vogue.

Above is Raquel Zimmermann in a photo that is rumored to be part of a spread in the September issue.  If you look closely, you'll see the orange monstrosities displayed without a hint of irony on Zimmermann's feet. 

I see no plausible explanation for the offensive presence of the stridently anti-fashion Crocs in the holy fashion bible of Vogue.  Crocs are the absolute antithesis of Carine Roitfeld whose gravity defying five inch heels are as much a part of her identity as the Eiffel Tower or Pont Neuf is to Paris.  

Surely this isn't an endorsement?  Maybe April Fools seven months early?  A Public Relations stunt?  Anything!?  We need answers!