Yesterday afternoon, during the last minutes that the shops were open in the town whose streets I was strolling on (heading for a bad movie) is spotted a word. Or was it the typeface too? Or the whole cover? That led me to the magical realisation. NYLON. I have found a new(ish) copy of NYLON magazine. Peace, love and fluffy animals!
See, I absolutely adore this wonderful piece of magazinistry (because I always feel awkward calling magazines journalism); it is everything I could ever want from a magazine and nothing I could not. And it’s unfortunately not particularly available in this remote little country at the south of Africa. And because of the Africa part of my location, I have always failed to subscribe. Which is why I delight in moments like these!
Yay the universe!
