Speaking of morbidity, it seems to be on my name although this is a more frivolous matter. When I was 14/15 I loved Nylon Magazine. I really loved it. I even wrote and illustrated a letter to them asking for an internship and never heard back. Maybe that is the reason they are now dead to me OR the death-deal could have been sealed by the presence of the 90210 laydeeeez on their September 2008 that signalled their decline. They had become steadily worse and worse before this happened but out of optimism I would still thumb through one in the newsagents to see what they had a brewin'. And now, every time I see them on the shelf, now nestled between Elle and Cosmopolitan, I feel sad. These drawings were from a particularly old music issue...too bad such a fountain of inspiration is now as dry and shrivelled as Rachel Zoe.
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