Today, it's all about Elle, Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, FASHION, Flare, and InStyle. It's about those magazines I'll never get sick of. As soon as I spot them on the racks at my local drugstore, I can't resist the one with the prettiest cover. I yearn to turn those pages and discover the latest fashion news, the photoshoots, and the cover story.
So, ladies and gentlemen, I confess to my addiction with an open heart. I am fully aware that I am obsessed with magazines and my only means of self-control is someone I really hate gracing a cover. I keep my archives because frankly, isn't that what fashion is all about? Nostalgia? Reminiscing? Inspiration from past collections?
So, when my parents ask me why I can't let go of my magazines, I tell them just that. Every page is reminder of the rich history of the fashion industry. Perhaps I don't have access to 1893 Vogue, but my 2008 version is just as good (sort of). It's a memory of my own evolution as a fashion lover.
Back in my awkward teenage years, fashion was simply an afterthought. Today, I look at these old magazines with new eyes. I am no longer that girl who just flipped through the pages, casually eyeing the photographs. I'm the girl who analyses and nitpicks every element that goes into it because I can finally appreciate the art that is involved.
I know what you're thinking. Did I seriously waste my time reading this testimonial when I could've been on Style.com? Perhaps you did. And if so, maybe it'll make you realize that your magazine addiction is not the worst thing in the world. Everything in moderation.