Is it my imagination or are women’s fashion magazines getting thinner and thinner as time passes? As I unwind on a weekday evening with my husband and cat snoozing beside me in bed, I look over to my nightstand. There sits my half glass of wine, the drugstore readers I never wear and a small stack of this month’s magazine subscriptions. It’s not the phonebook size magazines of the past, despite it being prime fashion season. I couldn’t help but sadden a bit.
I remembered how excited I’d get for every fall to roll around when the September issues would come out. How I’d save my allowance for the latest copy of Sassy and Seventeen magazines. My best friend and I would pour through the new issue with “ooo’s” and “aaah’s” over the new trends and dream of living somewhere trendy where we could actually wear what they wore on those glossy pages. Into single life, I continued to look forward to my monthly fashion magazine subscriptions, keep up with who headed which design house and which designer was branching out on their own.
As the years have flown by, fashion bloggers and the Instagram superstars have taken over the fashion scene with what’s hot and what’s not. I do think they all have a place in the world, however, I know what the masses choose ultimately decides the fate of the written word. I hope that fashion magazines one day will make a come back and their artsy covers will be upheld as the art they are. Until then, I will continue to
buy the latest Elle and Harper’s Bazaar and remember what a lifetime of flipping through them meant to me.