Showing posts with label magazines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magazines. Show all posts

15.1.13

Simple Objects

I headed back up to Manchester on Sunday afternoon and to keep me entertained on the train I bought a new magazine, The Simple Things. There are articles about food, growing, interiors, craft - lots of the suff I like. One column was about a shop in Oxford called Objects of Use, who sell household items but with heritage. They're all about being ‘against throwawayism’ and keeping a hold of long lasting, well made items, and the objects themselves are full of old school charm. Something about these objects remind me of my Nanna's kitchen when I used to visit when I was little.
Images from Objects of Use

24.1.12

That Life

This evening I watched a BBC4 documentary America in Pictures: The Story of Life Magazine, a story told by the photographer Rankin. They were the ones to coin the "photo essay" - the telling of a narrative with pictures and minimal words. As well as showing the public what was going on overseas, the importance of the magazine remains with the tales of ordinary Americans and the issues that effect them. After all a picture paints a thousand words.
Images from Life

15.12.11

Found You

A couple of years ago I came across Frankie magazine, and loved reading it's articles and blogs online but was so disappointed that they no longer exported it to the UK from Aus. I actually let out a gasp when I saw it one the shelves in Magma this afternoon! Without thinking I bought it and though I haven't sat down and read it yet, I will and will enjoy it! Finally!
Image from Frankie

2.9.11

Woman's Day


Today I found a bag of the embroidery that my great-grandmother did; some aren't finished (maybe I'll complete them one day), others could be framed. Alongside was a copy of Woman's Day from February 1960 - what a trip back in time! The women were just so glamourous and the articles so hilarious:

Miss Ann Carrick says... "What should I do about hats? My boy-friend likes me to wear a hat, and I agree with him that I look better-dressed with one than without. But, perhaps it's because I'm a teen-ager, most of the styles I try on seem to be years too old for me, and I can't ALWAYS wear a beret, even though I know they suit me."

What dilemmas there were for young girls in the Sixties! Still trying to impress the boy-friend!

16.8.09

Aquisitions