Whenever I fly somewhere, I chalk myself up to a tired, weary traveler in need of some comforts - which usually amounts to a pile of fashion magazines and airport candy (taking escalators and standing behind slow people in the security line, who somehow still don't know that they have to take their computers out, takes its toll - what a hard journey it is).
Flipping through magazines all at once reveals just how canned and reproduced they all are (but i stupidly still read them). Their covers are maybe the best example - apparently 500+ ways to do something is not enough, 600+ is the new benchmark. Another example? The over romanticized descriptions of the featured clothes and products.
A few favorite words of a fashion copy-writer: slouchy, moody, luxe, chunky, demure, crisp, inky, polished, lipstick-red.
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