Vogue Over Beauty

But unlike Ms. Bradshaw, dinner still must be had. 

While everyone else is sharing the contents of their carts during the Sephora VIB sale, I’ve swept the famed Larchmont newsstand for hard-to-find titles and the last issue—also 100th-anniversary edition—of Vogue Paris as we know it. Into my beloved Telfar they went: 032c; and older, discounted issue of The New York Times Style Magazine (Anna Sui was on the cover, so, duh); and the most pristine copy of French Vogue I could find.

I stopped for coffee, too. (Predictable, I know.) Splurged on a $7 almond-macadamia latté that I later regretted—a reminder that simple orders tend to be better—but what’s a magazine haul without an exorbitantly-priced coffee to sip while flipping?

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