I admit I have a serious obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to magazines.
For as long as I can remember, the colorful racks of newsstands were like crack to me. I spent many days of my youth, and adulthood, roaming for hours among the strategically placed glossy covers of four color crack. Packages designed to lure me in with the promise of something new, or exciting, or secretive, or sexier than anything I had going on in the mundane banality of real life.
And lure me in they did.
I never was one to stand there lumbering over a newsstand like a derelict (or in today's world sitting in a Barnes and Noble). To me that was somehow cheating the writers and photographers and illustrators who worked so hard to create the crack I so desperately craved. If I see a magazine I like, I simple must possess it. I must take it home where I can drink in the articles and relish the imagery and artwork over and over to satisfy my fix.
If I were asked the infamous Katie Couric question "what magazines and newspapers do you read", unlike a certain thin-skinned, vapid, vindictive, ignorant, fraudulent, greedy, hate mongering, lying, former half-Governor, I would have plenty to say.
Many of the publications I have obessed over are no longer around such as the Frederick S. Clarke edited Cinefantastique, by far the best genre magazine ever created. Others are so dry and technical...The Economist, American Cinematographer, The New England Journal of Medicine...they would bore most sane people to death.
Bottom line, the magazines a person reads reveal alot about who they really are. And in my case, that might not be such a good thing.
Below are a few of the more colorful magazines I have sitting at arms length from this keyboard right now.