Recently, during yet another quarantine-induced cleaning frenzy, I stumbled upon the magazine archives I kept as teen.
Back in the early 2000s, I was a magazine junkie. I would buy as many as I could, and then I would really savor them, I’d flag the pages I loved, or I’d turn them into collages. On occasion, I even took notes. (I am Virgo and, yes, a huge nerd).
Looking back through those images, one thing I noticed is that I almost never saved the high-glamour, big-budget editorials (and there were many in those days). Anything over-the-top, overly-done, or inaccessible just didn’t appeal to me.