There was something about my first issue of Vogue Magazine, the September 2009 issue, that brought me to my knees. It made me form a love affair with magazines and the fashion, photography, models, and ads that they were composed of.
Lately it's changed. I no longer am completely overcome with excitement when I pick up a new issue of Vogue (or any other magazine, for that matter). Maybe it's because i've become more comfortable with who I am...in that I don't have to really hide my love for magazines any longer.
Maybe it's because I preview all of the eds on The Fashion Spot before I buy the magazine. Come to think of it, that may be it. When I bought my first Vogue, I didn't know who was on the cover until I saw it at Barnes and Noble that day. Now I know almost every photo, model, and photographer included in this month's issue.
Okay...maybe I should have thought this post through more because now I realize that I should just stop checking The Fashion Spot so much. I'll report back!
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