Sexy Magazines

I love magazines! They are so full of hope and dreams. And sexiness. And information, too. I miss the magazine stands on every corner in NYC. I miss those stores in Manhattan that carry every magazine that ever existed and lets you buy weird European fashion ones for big prices like 25 Euros. Those stores don't exist that much in San Francisco. San Francisco seems to only sell magazines in the Safeway checkout aisle, except in this photo, taken at Booksmith on the Haight. Speaking of magazines, I once applied for this cool staff writing job at Nerve.com and they said they were looking for someone who could write highbrow and lowbrow and everywhere in-between. They said an ideal candidate had a subscription to both The New Yorker and Hustler. I didn't get the job, but I subscribe to a lot of magazines these days: The Week, Rolling Stone, New Yorker, Juxtapose, Inked, Outside, The Surfer's Path, and Middle School Digest. I'm thinking about getting a magazine rack for my living room so I can remedy San Francisco's magazine problem.