From the age of 13, when I bought
US Elle on holiday in Greece, I was obsessed with fashion magazines. I subscribed to
British Elle from its inception with Sally Brampton as editor, and I still have my collection of
Vogues British, Italian and French from 1991 - 2006 and
Harper's Bazaar during the reign of Liz Tilberis (RIP). I would only buy
The Face,
ID or
Dazed & Confused if I particularly liked an issue, but I collected every other random title in-between: anyone remember
Frank magazine (late 90s)? It was excellent - I loved that magazine.
Dutch,
Blow, early issues of
Purple when Eileen Fleiss was still on board,
The Fashion which Sarah Mower edited,
Ten,
Big, the re-launched
Nova, then
Pop, Danish
Costume Magazine when it first launched with Malene Malling at the helm.
AnOther,
A Magazine and of course onto
Lula,
Encens and now
The Gentlewoman...
As for interiors magazines, let's not go there now - this post is going to be long winded enough.
Gradually I've had to weed out the magazine collection, as it's essentially now a static installation: a full to bursting seven foot high bookcase that is never, or rarely added to. My new pile of magazines that I usually buy and keep includes
Russh,
Dossier,
Acne Paper and the only
Vogue I ever buy is
Vogue Paris.
I've gone from buying perhaps twenty or thirty magazines a month to three or less. This is partly due to the wealth of inspiration to be found on the internet (and I don't just mean people scanning magazine editorials so I don't have to buy them!) and the fact that £12 for a magazine is becoming standard. Someone said to me a while ago that the only way print magazines will survive is if they become more like coffee table books - something worth collecting and treasuring.
The Gentlewoman is currently the magazine I absolutely make sure I buy the day it comes out. After the joy of the first issue, the second issue didn't quite do it for me somehow (maybe it was Inez's beard on the cover, or the article about the newsreader?), but the third issue strikes exactly the right balance. It has quietly revolutionised the fashion magazine in ways that please me very, very much. I read
The Gentlewoman, I don't flip through it. In the third issue I don't think there are any models at all, just beautiful, smart women (some of whom may have happened to do some modelling) wearing my favourite kind of clothes. In any case, the focus is on the person. I can see how it might not appeal to everybody, but I have a strong minimal/puritan streak so it suits me just fine. In the current issue there's a feature called 'At Home, At Work' which features Berlin based creative women photographed by Benjamin Alexander Huseby in exactly the type of Berlin apartments I dream of and at work. The women are styled by Hannes Hetta in clothes from Celine, Uniqlo, Vanessa Bruno, Dries van Noten, Isabel Marant and APC. Just kill me now please.
I was also eagerly awaiting the April issue of
Vogue Paris - the first to be edited by Emmanuelle Alt. It sounds a bit silly to say you're a fan of Alt because, who isn't? I had always liked her editorials the best, and in interviews she always seems so...nice? Normal? The April issue is very white, very fresh and pretty, not aggressively sexy... but I think it will take a few issues to see what stamp she'll put on it.
Finally, I randomly picked up a copy of
Art Review because Laurie Anderson was on the cover and I've always loved her for her
Fully Automated Nikon series. As I was reading it I noticed a strange sensation: I was excited about what I was reading; I found out things I didn't already know. I could almost hear the cogs of my brain turning. Novelty!
