where art thou editorials?

My tale begins in the magazine section of the local Save On Foods, where I stopped in on the way home from yoga class earlier tonight, on a quest to restock a dwindling reserve of tea varieties and almond milk. The thought occurred to me that if I plan on making the transition from B market (Asia) to A market (NYC) with my modeling career, I really ought to brush up on my industry knowledge (designers, models, and publishing-house going-ons, etc.). Pardon me if I'm a little late on the uptake, but


WHERE HAVE THE EDITORIALS GONE?!


I seriously considered the possibility that I might be delusional when I found the thickness of every publication I thumbed through at least halved. Quick peeks at the (best) back sections of magazines revealed that this was due not only to the reduced numbers of ad pages I've been reading reports of, but the NEAR TOTAL DISAPPEARANCE of fashion editorials

I'm crushed. heartbroken. devestated. Not that I'm likely to be the most impacted by this recent development, but...

Is the editorial model entering into an age of obsolescence?

Alas, given the general look of pallor which plagues many an 'editorial' model, it's not exactly a wholly negative prospect...

p.s. I got mail!
(singapore Elle)

january 2009

20 polaroids remaining19 days into the new year


16 books to read
one 1500-word essay written







8 more classes on a 10-class pass for yogapod, which will have to wait until1 infinity symbol tattoo has finished healing

7 days in Calgary; 2 in Vic

4 days of fog

3 plates of home-made sushi

2 thrifted cameras:
1xoriginal polaroid + 1x autofocus 35mm
thirty-three dollars for 10 photos of original polaroid film
2 rolls of 2-year old film to develop
1 disposable camera dating back to age 14, year 2005
3 photos remaining until functionality of 35mm may be determined

1 cracked LP: Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits

endless reunions with 2 best friends

unlimited ideas
unlimited possibilities
there's no end to the dreams I can conceive
there's no end to the things I can believe
there's no reason I can't shape the life I lead

sometimes numbers are easier to manage than words,
particularly when one has descended into utter technological inconsistency; please forgive me, I should be off to new york city at the end of february...