I had already bought three, four magazines in September and I thought: Should I?
I told myself, no Vogue this year. Really, what do you know about Lady Gaga anyway?
Then I walk into Neighbours to pay for my gas, maybe buy a latte and there before me on the stands, the only one, the last one. Vogue.
I took it as a sign. I bought it.
I buy the first of many September magazines.
They sit, fat and shiny and colourful, enticingly fanned out on the racks before me and I ponder which I might purchase next.
Vogue? Harper’s Bazaar? Kate’s on the cover of Vanity Fair in their attempt to get this month’s crowd.
Miley? Katy? Penelope?
I love September.