I love magazines, so every time I get out of my god forsaken town and find a proper newsstand I’m like a kid in a candy store. No scratch that. I’m like a kid in the iPad store. Anyway, I also love to look at shitty magazines:
1993? Hello! It’s 2012, we found one of your magazines here in the future, we thought you might want it back!
There’s a magazine for everyone, *everyone*. Cat lady? I’m talking to you.
Not one, not two, but THREE magazines about wristwatches. Because, you know, knowing what time it is is not enough.
And, in all fairness, I also spotted some gorgeous stuff, with lovely typography, so here, wash that cat smell off your eyes: