Each month I wait for the arrival of my Glamour magazine (I buy my others separately), and today there it was waiting for me as I got home. This month's cover is Bond girl Gemma Arterton and its filled with pages of sparkly stuff for me to flick through over and over until it is literally falling to pieces. I started thinking about the luxury of magazines and how, no matter how technology evolves and changes around us magazines will live on as a tradition. Yes we may be able to re-access information and use the internet as a source of instant information but for me, there is nothing better than leafing through glossy page after glossy page, drooling over ads from Miu Miu, Prada, Gucci and the likes while settling in to a heart wrenching/spine tingling story. Long live the glossy mag I say.
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