Today I received a gigantic parcel in the post. It was a whole stack of Australian Rolling Stone magazines (broadsheets) from the seventies. I think my friend who sent it was a subscriber back then and now he thinks I can learn something from reading them. Well, I have. They take up a lot of room and they smell.
Aside from that, they're fantastic. All that cut-and-paste artwork and line and screen bromides on the insides. Not a hashtag in sight. When I think he must have waited patiently for each edition, I'm very lucky to receive them all in one go. They will go under the knife, literally, but I think he expects that.
When I was a kid I was given a cardboard box of American Popular Mechanics magazines from the forties and fifties (not from the same guy who gave me the Rolling Stones) . I would read and reread and re-reread them. Over and over. I was interested in the artwork and the printing as much as the strange writing style and the ads for things like insurance and outboard motors.