It happens (I'm an expert in that matter) that when you are waiting for a magazine to come out, it arrives later than usual. You go to the newsstand and it isn't there, so you ask the newsstand man, hoping that he just received it and didn't have time to put it next to the rest of the magazines. But no, there's always that line: "I'm about to receive it, it comes tomorrow". You go to other newsstand, just in case: "No, I don't sell it..." or "Come tomorrow, I'll have it then". This torture can last days, weeks, or even months (yeah, it happened to me one time).
Nevertheless, when you've lost all hope, and have run out of excuses ("There must've been a problem with the printing... Maybe they are sold out...") and you are in the newsstand once more, your feet go unconsciously to the fashion magazines shelf... and a beam of light appears pointing to The Magazine. There it is. A chorus of angels sings while you reach out your arm and get the precious in your hands. You flip the pages too fastly to see anything, and when you find what you were looking for, you can breath, finally.
It looks as I was exaggerating, but this is totally true. Marina from El Vestidor Conde knows what I'm talking about (congrats! Wow, on Rolling Stone!), and I'm sure many people does too.
So, this month it was the same old story again. And this time, I was even more eager to get a copy of the magazine. Thanks God I only had to wait two days. The october issue of Vanidad. I buy it every month (because I love it), and the truth is that when I saw my name on its pages, it was kind of strange, it is curious seeing your name in a magazine you read every month. Of course, the feeling was great. This month I've written the "+,-", "in-Out", "Up-Down" column. Vanidad, thank you so much!
Translation:
In
Mickey Mouse
If Ashley Olsen wears Mickey Mouse ears, it means something.
Mélanie Laurent in "Inglorious Bastards"
At last someone who looks good in a tweed cap! Apart from Oliver Twist, of course.
Collecting magazines
They look so good all lined up in a shelf...
Pattern shops and knowing how to sew (well).
Jenn Brill - Terry Richardson's wedding
Out
Gallagher's break up.
They cancel concerts, dissolve Oasis... why are they doing that to us?
Brands that don't have an online store
What happens if an Inuit wants the latest it-bag?
Winter
It's cold, it's grey, the days are shorter and it rains.
People who speak in the movie theater
Tartan
The "american farmer" tartan, ok, but the scottish tartan...
Mélanie Laurent in "Inglorious Bastards"
At last someone who looks good in a tweed cap! Apart from Oliver Twist, of course.
Collecting magazines
They look so good all lined up in a shelf...
Pattern shops and knowing how to sew (well).
Jenn Brill - Terry Richardson's wedding
Out
Gallagher's break up.
They cancel concerts, dissolve Oasis... why are they doing that to us?
Brands that don't have an online store
What happens if an Inuit wants the latest it-bag?
Winter
It's cold, it's grey, the days are shorter and it rains.
People who speak in the movie theater
Tartan
The "american farmer" tartan, ok, but the scottish tartan...
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Suele pasar (y lo digo por experiencia) que cuando estás especialmente interesada en que salga una revista, justo ese mes se retrasa. Vas al kiosco y no la encuentras, entonces preguntas al kioskero con la esperanza de que justo le acabe de llegar y no le haya dado tiempo de sacarla. Pero no, siempre te llega la frase de "Estoy a punto de recibirla, mañana llega". Por si acaso, vas a un par de kioscos más: "No, es que yo no la recibo..." "Ven mañana, que ya me tiene que llegar", y por último, a Vips. Esta tortura china se puede prolongar días, semanas, ¡o incluso meses! (comprobado).
Pero cuando ya lo das todo por perdido y se te han acabado las excusas ("Será que ha habido un retraso en la imprenta..." "Será que se les han agotado..."), llegas a la tienda, arrastrando los pies inconscientemente hacia la estantería con las revistas de moda... y un haz de luz ilumina La Revista. Allí está. Un coro de ángeles canta de fondo mientras alargas el brazo hacia tu tesoro. La coges, corriendo pasas las hojas demasiado rápido para ver nada hasta llegar a lo que estabas buscando durante toda la eternidad, y respiras en paz por fin.
Parece que exagero, pero sé que Marina de El Vestidor Conde (qué tía, en la Rolling Stone) sabe de qué hablo, y muchísima gente más.
Bueno, pues este mes, la historia se ha vuelto a repetir. Y esta vez, tenía aún más ganas de tener el ejemplar de la revista. Menos mal que la espera ha sido sólo de dos días. Se trataba del número de octubre de Vanidad. Todos los meses compro la revista (porque me encanta), y la verdad es que cuando he visto mi nombre entre sus páginas me ha dado un poco de impresión, resulta extraño ver tu nombre en una revista que compras siempre. Pero por supuesto, es genial. Este mes soy yo la que ha escrito la columna "+,-", "In-Out" o como lo prefiráis llamar. Cosas que suben y cosas que bajan. Muchísimas gracias, Vanidad!
scans by me from Vanidad October 2009.
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