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Vogue Magazine

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What I’m totes j’adoring this week is Vogue magazine and the June 2016 issue out now just happens to celebrate its super 100th birthday. I subscribe to Vogue so I never evs miss a copy and on that pivotal day where it lands on my doormat with a thud I feel giddy x 100 with excitement. The crush started aged 15 when I could not have dreamed of affording to purchase anything contained within its pages but I still loved stroking the glossy pictures. Me and my bestie Jillian had just become fashion conscious and had learned that if we couldn’t wear Chanel clothes or Gucci shoes, then we could at least tuck a copy of Vogue under our arm as we paraded down the street. It seemed to make up for our lack of real life couture and went some way towards giving us class. Now, although a £3000 Dior handbag is not something I can flippantly stick on my plastic with any regularity, I can at least brainstorm and mood board what my favest designers are rocking and recreate that look with my own style. I heart teaming expensive designer labels with affordable high street stuff and the laying out on the bed to mix and match is the best part of the fun. Being a Vogue Girl is not just about knowing what outfits to wear though. It’s a way of life. A goal setter. A go getter. A lust for the finer things and a certainty that you deserve them. I guarantee that no matter how I feel before reading Vogue, I always feel on top of the world afterwards and a bit bouncy like I should be hopping off on some great adventure. When Conde Nast bought the newspaper called Vogue in 1909 it was a dying 24-page society weekly. His vision to turn it into a class publication which defined the fashion of the age had him competing with the flood of other women’s magazines on the scene. But by 1914 readership had branched across the Atlantic and thousands of copies were shipped to London with sales booming throughout the First World War. To overcome the problem of distribution it was from here that the British Vogue we know today was born. A fashionista fairytale. They publish the most beautiful books as well as the magazine and it’s only fair that the name has become synonymous as a work of art in its own right. I use Vogue as pure decoration. I scatter old copies around the house on shelves and coffee tables and top them with an ornament or a handful of pearl beads. I’m not on commission for selling Vogue, but if you don’t have your 100th anniversary edition yet, I personally suggest you slip on your pink Prada flats and jog to your nearest newsagents right now. Peace, love and sparkles mjxoxo

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