Vogue

So I have a guilty pleasure that I guess I will share with the interwebs--and why not, screw what other people think. I am a straight man with a subscription to Vogue. I blame Bonny--all she ever had lying around her house were fashion magazines and Williams Sonoma catalogs. Once you get past the glitz--though, to be honest, I don't really mind it, Vogue is a fine publication. Where else can you read articles like "I Will Survive" by Hamish Bowles.

The premise of the article is that of a very gay City Slickers. Fabulously gay NYC fashion writer goes to wilderness survival school and writes about his experience. The article is everything you would expect but is also well written. He's no David Foster Wallace, but he is clever and gifted. Plus, just picture him in the middle of a southern Utah desert thinking the following:

At base camp we sorted out the clothing and accoutrements he had brought with us. Yes to my Nantucket patchwork madras button-down shirt. Yes to the appropriately khaki Juicy Couture cashmere sweater. Yes (thrillingly) to the Beatonesque straw hat I'd found in a delightfully antiquated millinery shop in Old San Juan.

The man brings a cashmere sweater--Juicy, no less--to a situation where he knows he will be stuck in the desert for weeks with only what he has on his back. And what is he thrilled about and delighted by? An effing straw hat! I will read this magazine forever.

I Will Survive - Hamish Bowles