When I was a child in the two-thousands, and the internet was something I logged onto (and then out of) on my mother’s tortoise-paced laptop, I passed the time with magazines. I would rummage through their pages, tear out strips to stick on my walls, deface them with scrawlings in biro ink. It wasn’t just the sharp writing or cinematic visuals that made magazines appealing. It was their physicality; the way the glossy pages would catch between your fingers.
Origen: Q&A: Jeff Jarvis on what the magazine was – Columbia Journalism Review
