I must admit I have somewhat of an addiction problem. My addiction is to magazines. I have been collecting Vogue and Harper's Bazaar (much to my boyfriend's dismay) for some time now, (we are talking many years) and some might say that it is a problem - especially when you live in a one bedroom apartment.
I have a towering stack that I absolutely refuse to get rid of. Before my boyfriend and I moved in together, I probably had about three years worth of magazines that I carefully binded with twine and strategically placed pile upon pile on top of each other. I thought I could part with some issues, but then I would flip through and see a spread by Peter Lindbergh or a shoot styled by Grace Coddington and I just could not do it. I couldn't bare to see them stacked on the curb waiting to be disposed of and recycled. This is my thing; the thing I collect, I told myself. I want my issues to be nested on a shelf in twenty years next to my 1950's Bazaar issues that I so luckily found (on the cheap) on eBay a few years ago.
All images from harpersbazaar.com
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