My very favorite magazine is
National Geographic, after
Psychologies and then fashion magazines.
During my college years I would love to read a good article while sipping on a decaf caramel macchiato at
Starbucks, this was right in front of the building where I studied, mind you the Charing Cross Road building was more than a fashion college, it was a fashion mausoleum.
Even though I was an aspiring art curator a lot of my classes took place here. On these corridors I constantly heard whispers of the feats of our fellow colleagues
Alexander Macqueen,
Stella McCartney and
John Galliano.
I did appreciate clothes, textures, materials, but I had always found the fashion industry a little bizarre. Ultimatly I was no different from any
Central Saint Martins’ student, with all those final year events and studio doors open, I became somewhat interested in Fashion history. Oh and the subject under the same name, that was part of my degree may have contributed as well.
Long story short it started in a much more pretentious and research disguised way with
Wonderland and
Dazed and Confused. Image wise, they were genius but I always found myself browsing a catalogue of abstract images instead of reading a magazine. So I surrendered to the magazine racks at the supermarket's check outs, and there they were:
Glamour,
Marie Claire,
Elle and with freebies (cosmetics, accessories, books, etc).
The content was just what I was looking for, the latest high street tendencies for clothes and make up, plus inspiring stories from women with extraordinary careers or takes in life. There was the odd article on ‘
What men say about women?’, or on ‘
How to find a boyfriend before 30?’, but I did not mind it because at the end of the day these magazines do need those
Sex and the City revivalists to keep the business going.
Here's a fine example of a great article on a great woman done by an awesome fashion mag:
