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Recently, I was reading an article from October of 1977 that had been scanned and uploaded

to the internet. As I read, it struck me that I've never really been the magazine type.

Well, at least not of the printed variety, trashy gossip mags aside, obviously. But I'd figured

that probably didn't make me all that unique. We're well into the digital age, and all my news is

quite literally a tap away. Things have changed a lot since 1977. But had I not been a 90s baby,

I'd like to think I would have been the printed news type. The type to have magazine subscriptions

to publications like New York Mag or Time. There's nothing quite like flipping through the pages of

a printed magazine, you know? It's hard not to be drawn in by the catchy headlines and glossy pages,

and as a photographer myself, I know digital images never do justice to actual prints.

Maybe if I've been born during the golden age of print, I would have had a subscription to the

magazine I was currently reading. New York Mag short-lived sister magazine, The New West.

Maybe I would have just walked into a store in October of 1977 and plucked it off the shelf.

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