I seem to be spending increasing portions of my day browsing The Selby.
As a lazy sod homebody, there is something delicious and a little illicit about this architectural digest for the hipster set – it makes a nosy neighbour of us all, without the indignity of having to surreptitiously twitch our net curtains.
My favourite photo-essay is that of Julia Restoin-Roitfeld’s Manhattan apartment.
The pictorial of her tenderly preserved fashion magazines particularly chimed with me.
I collected Vogue for over a decade and cherished mine in much the same manner – the spines could not bear a crease, each copy looked untouched, and formed part of a happy chronologically ordered commune.
I am less precious now. But this picture still made me smile.
Style Souk 