I have a lot of crushes. I sort of can't help it; the emboldening newness of not knowing much but being so intrigued is such sweet seduction all the time.
Look, it's probably obvious, so I'm just going to come right out and say it: I've got the major red hots for Edelweiss, "le magazine romand des envies et des passions." In sexy perfect world, Edelweiss and I would hang out all afternoon in some cafe in Lausanne, smoking cigarettes and comparing watches while we charm all the darling boys who walk by.
My last big swoon was over Kerouac, a Japanese fashion magazine. I fell hard and fast for that one, and it only wore off when I got tired of paying seven dollars for several dozen pages of content I could only nominally comprehend.
I liked The Oxford American a wicked lot once, but it tossed my heart around like a boomerang and I finally had to let it go. Yeah, it still comes around once in a while, but you know, that's cool.
So here I am, smitten for the moment with a brand new fling.
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