Paper Magazine

An occasionally great and more often satisfactory new york mag covering fashion, art, culture, film, music, nightlife and famous young skinny pretty people with a slant towards girls and gays. Yes I read it.
The writing is neither appalling nor extraordinary, and none of the cover features are ever very long, but the issues are pretty, well laid-​out, and feature interesting tidbits and attractive artwork/​photography. And they tend not to retread the same celebrities like other, bigger, shittier magazines such as Nylon do. They try to come up with articles about people within the Coasts communities whom you may have heard of, but don’t know much about.
I started skimming through my friend’s copies years back just for the Cinemaniac column, but later subscribed after I realized how susceptible I was to meaningless fashion culture and quasi-​hipster propaganda.
Now I go to FIT and marinate daily in fashion folly, and rarely do I feel the need to read my copies of Paper in-​depth, since I can get all the news and more just from talking to people I know at school.
Anyway, they still run pieces now and again on filmmakers, musicians, and artists who tug at my (admittedly malnourished) heartstrings, so I won’t trash my subscription renewal letter just yet.