A fitting end to the now old fashioned tradition of inserting a trusted journalist in war as showpiece. In 2015 we leave that job to Vice magazine who won't be

A fitting end to the now old fashioned tradition of inserting a trusted journalist in war as showpiece. In 2015 we leave that job to Vice magazine who won't be sending our father figure, they are sending your geek chic brother. He's "with it", he's "one of us". His stylistic choices from dress to script to cinematography play the part in a psudo-paradigm shift, one in which a more "democratic" and "socially connected" symbol puts themselves in danger for us. They make us feel like we are finally getting the real story, like the well read guy from an artrock band is being punk and just going to a war zone and live blogging it at us. The truth ultimately is that with Rupert Murdoch already at the Vice table, it's nothing more than a make over. The content is fresh, it's easier to digest and hits all of the next generation's buttons but it's mostly a fashion update.