Holy shit it’s September and you haven’t read a damn thing! Or you did, but it involved a Kindle and a beach. Or the back of your eyelids. Whatever. Novels are neat and sleep is good, but this month is for the books — those glossy print magazines that acted as our long-ago gateway drugs into the world of wonderous clothes.
Don’t you miss the crinkle of a crisp page? Don’t you miss the smell of perfume in a paper spine? Didn’t Sally Singer’s anecdote of cutting out her favorite pictures to make her own zine make you nostalgic for the real thing? Same!
Don’t worry if you haven’t picked up a non-indie hard copy in a while. That’s okay. They are far heavier than this season’s hottest trend: Pokémon. And you do not have to catch them all. Above is the breakdown so that you can decide what to buy for yourself, instead.
(Or you know…click the link in some cases and — sorry, John Oliver — read online.*)