Last week, I found a copy of Slurp magazine (the website doesn’t seem to work for me and keeps redirecting to a search engine, but it’s here) on one of those market stalls where you can buy three magazines for £2.50. Considering that it looked a bit different, was the last copy, and usually retails for €25, I snapped it up.
Apparently, “Italian quarterly Slurp was conceived as an antidote to conventional glossies.” It’s completely full of spelling mistakes, but it looks quite nice on my coffee table. The only problem is that I can’t quite work out who the magazine is aimed at, it’s full of naked men (most notably, a “portrait” of Tristan, which is basically a pencil drawn outline of his… *ahem*. Yep.), the girls are all dewy and stunning, and then there are articles on the Manson family and Bull Terriers. It’s a bit confusing. The interview bits are interesting though. There’s one page interviews with all different kinds of people within the fashion industry, including a little one with Alexander McQueen, which finishes with the line “my head is complicated”, which makes me sad.