I’ve been a long term subscriber to Vogue. I started on their mailing list in 2009 and I’ve loved (almost) every single issue I’ve read since then. Every month, without fail I find an issue in my mailbox that is sure to make me happy. It’s sad, but I plan how I’m going to read it. I fix the good coffee, I actually have breakfast, and then settle onto the couch in a blanket and savor every page.
I’ve been asked before… “Why do you read Vogue?” “How can you stand all the ads?”
The truth: First, I love the ads. The ads are the reason I started looking at Vogue to begin with. In small town Oklahoma it is a rare occasion to see so many designer labels. How often do you open up a page and see a Harry Winston? Is this materialistic? Sure, but I don’t care. I like to look at beautiful things. To me, it’s art. Second, I love the stories in Vogue. Over the years, Vogue has produced some of my most cherished magazine articles. Third, Vogue has the best cover ladies. THE BEST. Period.