Besties and magazines ...
[Note: I really like Phil Spector's "wall of sound" production style.]
Me: "I've been listening to Ike and Tina Turner's 'River Deep -- Mountain High' a lot lately."
Anna: "That is a good song, isn't it?"
Me: "Yeah, it's really awesome, then Celine Dion had to come in and fuck it up."
Anna: "Well, that's what she does ... "
"How To Read ... MAGAZINES!"
Speaking of besties, I got to talk to the lovely and voluptuous destiny_heaven today, as I bought my first official copy of W magazine [the copies I have are courtesy of the aforementioned besty, she gave them to me to lighten her load when she moved to Omaha]. I was going to buy a copy of Men's Vogue, but I stopped myself when my magazine purchases came just a shade below $40 U.S. Besides, I got a copy of Out, so at the very least, I can see what underwear is hot, for when I lose 500 pounds. You know, just in case that ever happens.
Just for purposes of full disclosure, I usually buy about $50 worth of magazines whenever I go into Borders or Barnes & Noble. This time though, all I could afford was Out, W, MOJO, Spin and The Advocate.
Next time, I may get Men's Vogue ... or some other gay rag.
The sad thing though, is that since my last purchase, it looks like the print version of Look-Look may have folded. It's sad, that magazine had such potential, it was also the cheapest art rag on the market, comparatively-speaking. As much as I want to buy something like Juxtapoz or HOW, but $14.50 is just too steep for me.
It all harkens back to my love of magazines. When I first started journalism classes in high school, my first story was -- inadvertantly -- in magazine form. It wasn't my fault, I'd been subscribing to one for a year before I picked up a newspaper for educational purposes.
My very first subscription was to PAPER Magazine, because I caught The Webbys on PBS when I was 16 years old and PAPERMAG.com won the award for best design. When I got the subscription [back when you could -- in good faith -- get a subscription/try-out over the internet without paying] I was amazed that there was a worthwhile publication dedicated not just to fashion, but fashion for TEH GHEYZ, complete with Mr. Mickey!
It inspired me so much that when I did our hometown newspaper's Teen Beat or some such column, I wrote under career aspirations: "I want to work for a magazine like The New Yorker, Newsweek or paper." They printed it just like that too, because they didn't know PAPER was a magazine, ALL CAPS. I'd venture a guess that they still have no idea, especially since the paper changed publishers and editors. [I've been asked, by the former editor/publisher herself, to come back and take over, it's gotten so bad.]
My subscription to PAPER ended when I turned 18 and lost my Social Security benefits [i.e. $316/month]. Also, they tried expanding to PAPER: West in Los Angeles and I just wasn't a fan of that move. I mean really, what have the Californians contributed to fashion other than gauche sunglasses and clothes the rest of us in the U.S. can only wear about three months out of the year?
On a closing note ...
I really think too much attention is being paid to Paris Hilton's lock-up. It was the lead story on "The Insider" for pity's sake. I mean, okay, she's a fashion/lifestyle maven-turned-icon and I really shouldn't be criticizing, but come on!
Let's just remember her reputation, PLZ: "She's famous for being famous."
According to Forbes magazine, she earned $7 million last year, and where does it go? She doesn't give to charities, promote them; contribute to the betterment of society or anything worthwhile really. Okay, so she encouraged the youth to vote in 2004, but she didn't vote or even register for it.
In a phone interview with Barbara Walters, she said that her "acting dumb," was, "just an act." Uh huh. Yeah, okay. Evidently, it starts seeping in when you inhabit a "character" too long, now doesn't it?
If NPR does a full story on her, I'm going to write her judge and ask him to order her to leave the country. Fo' realz, yo.
As a testament to my digust, this is going to be my only mention of her in this blog or ... my life ... forver onward. What a loser.
Me: "I've been listening to Ike and Tina Turner's 'River Deep -- Mountain High' a lot lately."
Anna: "That is a good song, isn't it?"
Me: "Yeah, it's really awesome, then Celine Dion had to come in and fuck it up."
Anna: "Well, that's what she does ... "
"How To Read ... MAGAZINES!"
Speaking of besties, I got to talk to the lovely and voluptuous destiny_heaven today, as I bought my first official copy of W magazine [the copies I have are courtesy of the aforementioned besty, she gave them to me to lighten her load when she moved to Omaha]. I was going to buy a copy of Men's Vogue, but I stopped myself when my magazine purchases came just a shade below $40 U.S. Besides, I got a copy of Out, so at the very least, I can see what underwear is hot, for when I lose 500 pounds. You know, just in case that ever happens.
Just for purposes of full disclosure, I usually buy about $50 worth of magazines whenever I go into Borders or Barnes & Noble. This time though, all I could afford was Out, W, MOJO, Spin and The Advocate.
Next time, I may get Men's Vogue ... or some other gay rag.
The sad thing though, is that since my last purchase, it looks like the print version of Look-Look may have folded. It's sad, that magazine had such potential, it was also the cheapest art rag on the market, comparatively-speaking. As much as I want to buy something like Juxtapoz or HOW, but $14.50 is just too steep for me.
It all harkens back to my love of magazines. When I first started journalism classes in high school, my first story was -- inadvertantly -- in magazine form. It wasn't my fault, I'd been subscribing to one for a year before I picked up a newspaper for educational purposes.
My very first subscription was to PAPER Magazine, because I caught The Webbys on PBS when I was 16 years old and PAPERMAG.com won the award for best design. When I got the subscription [back when you could -- in good faith -- get a subscription/try-out over the internet without paying] I was amazed that there was a worthwhile publication dedicated not just to fashion, but fashion for TEH GHEYZ, complete with Mr. Mickey!
It inspired me so much that when I did our hometown newspaper's Teen Beat or some such column, I wrote under career aspirations: "I want to work for a magazine like The New Yorker, Newsweek or paper." They printed it just like that too, because they didn't know PAPER was a magazine, ALL CAPS. I'd venture a guess that they still have no idea, especially since the paper changed publishers and editors. [I've been asked, by the former editor/publisher herself, to come back and take over, it's gotten so bad.]
My subscription to PAPER ended when I turned 18 and lost my Social Security benefits [i.e. $316/month]. Also, they tried expanding to PAPER: West in Los Angeles and I just wasn't a fan of that move. I mean really, what have the Californians contributed to fashion other than gauche sunglasses and clothes the rest of us in the U.S. can only wear about three months out of the year?
On a closing note ...
I really think too much attention is being paid to Paris Hilton's lock-up. It was the lead story on "The Insider" for pity's sake. I mean, okay, she's a fashion/lifestyle maven-turned-icon and I really shouldn't be criticizing, but come on!
Let's just remember her reputation, PLZ: "She's famous for being famous."
According to Forbes magazine, she earned $7 million last year, and where does it go? She doesn't give to charities, promote them; contribute to the betterment of society or anything worthwhile really. Okay, so she encouraged the youth to vote in 2004, but she didn't vote or even register for it.
In a phone interview with Barbara Walters, she said that her "acting dumb," was, "just an act." Uh huh. Yeah, okay. Evidently, it starts seeping in when you inhabit a "character" too long, now doesn't it?
If NPR does a full story on her, I'm going to write her judge and ask him to order her to leave the country. Fo' realz, yo.
As a testament to my digust, this is going to be my only mention of her in this blog or ... my life ... forver onward. What a loser.