When people come to my house (well, mostly Sarah and Julia), they often accuse my living room of resembling a doctor’s office, minus the impending use of shiny instruments.
I have a magazine problem. A big one. They’re everywhere. And I hoard them like these guys, never really sure when they’ve run their course and it’s time to toss them. So stacks develop — sometimes they’re suburban ranch house-like in dimension, but other times they take on skyscraper qualities.
Imagine my surprise and happiness when The Selby (which if you aren’t checking regularly, you should start) posted photos of objects in Julia Roitfeld’s New York apartment and I saw that the daughter of Paris Vogue Ed Caroline also adorns her space with swaying piles of reading matter. Stacks and stacks of magazines. And books. Awesome. At least I’m in good company.
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