I read a lot of magazines cover to cover. Some are shameful (Details), some are based out of a strong contempt for the publication (Nylon) and some actually make a whole lot of sense. Instead of soling my questionable reputation with the ones I don’t like but invariably read, lets talk about the ones that make me happy! Ready? OK!

My love for Butt magazine has already been documented but what I neglected to tell you is that I actually interviewed for an internship at the magazine last year. Their office was the size of a shoebox, located in a dilapidated building on the Lower East Side and I recall being so nervous, moreso than for any other interview I had been on. This was because  A. I actually really respected the magazine and B. gay men can be super judge-y and intimidating. In my mind, they weren’t just judging me as a hard worker but as a Butt-worthy homosexual. As it turned out, I (obviously) didn’t get the internship but the guys were actually super nice and gave me some free swag so whatever.

When people ask me if I’m interested in fashion, I tell them that the favorite part of my day is getting dressed in the morning but that’s about it. As for working in any capacity for the fashion world, I would rather wear crocs and eat hamburgers from Wendy’s. In regards to fashion magazines, I usually steer clear of any U.S. publication and will read the odd issue of iD or Love. Lula, however, is a different story. I devour that shit. Reading the magazine is like being in a weird codeine-induced dream. Every photo is kind of faded and hazy, like it was a discarded gem from The Virgin Suicides movie. My favorite words, ethereal and dreamy, describe the magazine’s aesthetic perfectly. + they have put a redhead and a black model on their cover and that’s just something you don’t see every day. My only gripe would be the  interview questions (ex: What do you dream about? What’s your favorite kind of cake?). It’s clear that they’re trying to keep with the theme of the mag by trying  to capture some whimsical rapport but it comes off as inauthentic.

Vanity Fair is arguably the thinking man’s Us Weekly. Their premise is sort of the same as a tabloid: write about the lives of crazy rich white people. But Vanity Fair takes it a thousand steps further by featuring in-depth investigative reporting and great interviews. The rich have never seemed so fucked up. I love reading about the trials and tribulations of some weird oil heiress that’s been fighting over her inheritance and sleeping with her stepfather. I don’t think that’s actually happened but it doesn’t seem too far-fetched. There’s definitely an inherent snobbiness to the writing and it’s very self-referential. Don’t feel bad if some of it goes over your head because it’s sometimes just a bunch of rich writers masturbating to the glamourous lives of their friends.