Besides scrolling through more than 1,500 text messages on my mobile in bid to spring clean my phone? I settled down to study some of the magazines that Tuppance passsed me, always a pretty good sampling of of what passes on the newsstands these days (since she buys seemingly everything in bid to enlarge her carbon footprint). I'm frankly appalled. The i-D looked promising, I have to admit. They do have arresting covers - but the writing! My goodness. The copy, written wholly (it seems) by interns, seems never to have been edited and the "fashion spreads" are incomprehensible. Why does this magazine even exist? Can there be anything more self-indulgent?
No, wait. There is a men's style magazine in Singapore that is (side glance).
Can you imagine the mind of the reader of i-D? What a tumble of rubbish it must be - and to think that it's a British magazine. The Vanity Fair also looked promising: But after several trials (seated, sprawled and lying down) I gave up - I couldn't finish even one story. I looked at the W and V with sweaty palms. And decided to throw them out without even lifting from plastic bag. Can you imagine a person that reads those? Old media really is in a very bad way. Okay. At least the Allure had some interesting snippets - but then it's made entirely of snippets and drag pictures; It's entertaining.
H gave me a stack of The Economists, but at least she's tagged the relevant stories. She also gave me two books which I have somewhere - the pompous Richard Avedon book An Autobiography and the vintage Herb Ritts Pictures. H says they remind her of out Tangs days, when we worked out of a cave-like office on the 7th floor. The books are for me to pass to KV who collects these things. Leafing through the pre-digital pictures, one was transported to another era, literally.
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