Magazines are like the LPs of the music world. Big, tangible and glossy, you can’t wait to get into them. You keep going back to the good ones.
Online mags are the mp3s. More shareable, more ethereal. They’re there… but they’re not really “there”, are they? Little digital words staring at you from Nowhere Land through a luminous screen.
No wonder vinyl is enjoying a comeback, because no mp3 file can replace the velvety “really there” vocals of an LP.
For me, nothing beats flicking through the silky paper pages of a real mag. Coffee tastes better when you’re reading one.