I look at this pic and I think two things: Life is good right now and I am lucky.
I was fairly judicious in paring down my takeaways from MAGIC this year. (Not everything pictured touched back down in Oakland.) I still set myself up for strain-on-the-arms disaster with all the periodicals I packed in my suitcase. And all the extra tote bags that I totally don’t need. (If you don’t bring your own bags to the grocery store, please drop by my house some day. I will outfit you with fashionable and sensible totes for all your shopping needs.) I’d like to think I was not being super greedy and that I edited my winnings well.
I didn’t want to believe them when Jessica told me, but yes, Teen Vogue is an excellent read. It totally knows me. It asked me, “Are you a Facebook stalker?” And I cried out, “Yes!” in resounding response. All kidding aside, though, they do a great job distilling style for a population that is generally not in control of its own finances. Sure, American Apparel tights are still paired up with astronomically un-teenage Alexander Wang vest prices, but the ensembles are still youthful and well-put together.
Other favorites from my paper loot? Nylon Guys and Foam Magazine. Nylon Guys covers more technology than Nylon, which may be somewhat sexist but is also just far more interesting to me than girly Nylon. It’s kind of like Fast Company mashed up with Teen Vogue.
Foam is Nylon for surf culture. I pored over it at the salon Saturday morning, and I was like, “Dang, not one single hip-hop reference. Not even a nod to Lupe Fiasco.” – Quite different from what I usually gravitate toward. It wasn’t until I started to feel the overall selection of interview subjects was largely whitewashed that I realized I was reading a magazine geared toward Manhattan Beach girls with salty hair matted from the latest trip into the waves. It was good to get out of my comfort zone of cultural rags, though. Even had to save some notes for myself.
Also, according to Foam, surfer girls suffer the same fashion plight of inaccessibility that we all do. $250 for a dress? Yes, it happens to them, too.
Update: Another surprise great first impression? Inked. I’m really glad I brought that one home, too. And I don’t even want a tattoo!
Cash & Carry.
I BOUGHT STUFF. Thank goodness for Pool.