I thought I'd share an old love of mine today. Frankie, he's been in my life for about a year now and every two months I eagerly await his glossy pages to arrive at my door stop. That's right, I'm having a love affair with a magazine.
His gorgeous, recycled paper pages scream "look at me you young old lady, I'm filled with Australian op shop fashion, amazing photography, a whole page dedicated to beards and delicious candy recipes".
I've just read an article which was entitled 24hrs* where writer Anna Krien spends 24 hours being 'radically' honest. No editing the thought to mouth process, no sugar coating. Just saying it like it really is. Frankly I would find it a little terrifying. Here's a snippet:
"Hey Kristen, you coming to my birthday party on Saturday night?" The text message came through my phone loud and clear. Thumb poised - I'm about to reply with the usual excuses (too much work, double booked, can't find a baby sitter for the kids I don't have) when I remember. I've committed myself to 24 hours of radical honesty. "Nah, I can't be bothered I type back, and then for an extra 'radical' honesty's sake I add: 'I mean it's just your birthday, you'll have another one next year. No big deal". When I finally hear back from her, it's a simple message. "You're fucked."
I adore the little gems that adorn the magazine pages with sparkling wit and humour. It's refreshing in todays age of airbrushing every damn image, making women seem like these impossibly perfect goddesses, with perfect bodies, hair, teeth and no personality or anything worth while to say.
I flick over a couple of pages and there are amazing photos of men with the most incredible beards and moustaches I've ever seen. A few more pages and voila, vintage Christmas decorations. A few more and bang, two whole pages dedicated to ice-cream flavours. Be still my beating heart.
All of this pleasure entwined with funny, heartfelt, honest and insightful interviews and stories. Frankie, frankly I applaud you and all of your creators for bringing in a magazine dedicated to all those indie, pop, young old ladies (and lads), bravo.
Frankie, if you were a man and I wasn't married, I'd marry you.
Peace,
Teapot Lou
Oh, BTW, all this pleasure is purchased for a mere $8.95. Bargain basement
http://www.frankie.com.au/
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