I have somehow stuck up a lovely working friendship with a newsagents in Soho, and after asking if they stocked Lula mag, winded up with a copy they had kept aside for me on Friday, which I didn't even have to pay for. Now this aint even that grand a story (just wanna highlight how lovely these guys are), it was more the fact earlier that day I was chatting to a photography student who stumbled across my path looking to get into fashion photography, that I asked him if he'd ever seen Lula. It was only the week previous to this I had ever really looked at the mag, having stayed at a friend's who happened to have a lorra back issues and was singing it praises. The funny thing was, this student described Lula as 'edited heroin'. Kind of a poetic choice of words really.
But somehow, I have now become addicted to it without ever even being that bothered about getting it. Funny how things happen.