thanks again ebay

i just 'won' 11 issues of The Face (1989 - 1994ish).

there are so many things i love about this magazine. it takes me back to 1998. while everyone at school pooled their pennies for ciggies, i craved a hit of air-freighted, plastic wrapped arrogance. 

i'd pour over them for hours, taken by the whole 'we sold our punk spirit to pop, fuck this fuck that' arrogance, which i now think is totally lame. 

i knew absolutely nothing about fashion (still don't), but they always seemed to dress up the clothes on the coolest people.

they gave kate her first job and then they loved her forever. i was always thought it was so weird how this magazine had such a tough 'n' bitchy vibe, but it totally committed to featuring some really beautiful pictorials like this one...

then again, they kind of screwed themselves (to the bill of £300,00) when they insinuated that jason donavon was gay. that and the influx of competing pretentious style bible mags and THE FACE is now caput. I suppose some people have a great sense of humour about the whole affair:

(this is pretty cute in my opinion)

suddenly sunday

and where on earth did my weekend go?

14 bedford street.

now that subzero temperatures have graced melbs, my mind has retreated back into my favourite winter ever, bedford street collingwood.

I bustle in off the street hoping to see a blazing light at the end of the corridor.

past the tv (dumb and solid).

to the kitchen, where a dear friend awaits.