Reading Print Magazines Is an Elite Pursuit

Magazines were my life’s blood in my formative years. I would pore over the pages for hours in my local Barnes & Noble. It was a free education in cultures that seemed just out of reach. Music, art, fashion, and photography were not taught in my school, and the internet was in its infancy. I would spend hours with a bitter black coffee at the in-house Starbucks reading Rolling Stone, Spin, Paper, and Punk Planet as well as Vanity Fair, Vogue, Index, i-D, The Face, Monocle, and, of course, GQ. This formed my taste and gave me the baseline I needed to do what I am doing now.