Fast forward to 1984, and Vodianova has found herself a new beau.

He drives a vintage car, even though there’s an SUV in the background. She’s still got her first lady hairdo, because she’s classy, but hip enough to ditch her suits for cigarette pants and a leopard print bag. A great last image, this shot is funny, if not intentionally, because it evokes an antiquated cliché.

By the end of this editorial, we look back with love over the kitschy family drama, and outdated stance on the new woman, because one thing we’d never expect from Vogue is emotion and humor.

We got a little of both. Great work Mr. Lindbergh; we hope Vogue brings you back for September!