I’ve spent decades obsessed with magazines. The first one I remember reading was my mom’s Redbook. Then I moved onto her Good Housekeeping, New Yorker, People, Bon Appetite, Vogue, Elle, Harper’s Bazaar….even clothing catalogues. I’m a magazine fiend, I guess. For years, I kept every single magazine – neatly catalogued in a big bookshelf.
Then….I ran out of room. So I decided to start cutting out the pages, ads, images, and words that jumped at me. I kept them in boxes, then drawers, then files, and sometimes in scrapbooks.
And I’ve kept those cut-outs, and more magazines, all these years. So here, now, finally, I’m unleashing those images…for whatever they may mean to someone else.
This piece by Herbert Muschamp was in NYT T Magazine in 2005. I opened it up casually, not realizing I was going to read something that has stayed with me ever since.
Click the link and read it. Maybe you’ll think it’s just gibberish. Maybe you’ll find inspiration. Worth a try, either way.
Live the Questions. Make each motorcycle jacket count….pretend every tutu is your last. Save the last silk scarf for me.