Each time I move apartments (and I tend to do this often) I fight the same battle; no one understands why I insist upon moving my magazines. "Throw them out!" they tell me. "They're too heavy!" they insist. (Though surely they'd balk at the thought of trashing a single book.) Absolutely not. I love my magazines. And while I can be talked into tossing an issue of GQ with Leonardo DiCaprio on the cover, others, like Andre J's French Vogue or Coco Rocha's Numero, will stay with me forever - even if I have to pay the movers extra - because nothing beats a really exceptional magazine. One of the best that I've managed to hang onto dates from 2003 (which means its lived in seven apartments). W dedicated an entire issue to Kate Moss. Inside, various artists including Richard Prince, Lucien Freud, Chuck Close and all the best photographers paid tribute to the supermodel and now, the Chuck Close photographs are going to auction. The black and white nude is expected to sell for as much as $16,300 at Christie's on Wednesday which means I'll have to stay content with flipping through the yellowing pages of my original issue.
Each time I move apartments (and I tend to do this often) I fight the same battle; no one understands why I insist upon moving my magazines. "Throw th