For the past two years, I can honestly say the only magazine I’ve consistently bought and adored still, in this digital age, is Frankie. It’s just so awesome, and always fills me with joy. However, I can only get it from certain places, and I always seem to get it about a month after it originally comes out, because it’s Australian and we’re slower getting it over here. Boo.
Anyway, I really thought my love for magazines was basically dead. Frankie kept me going, but other than that? Mehh. I’m not saying there aren’t others out there I like – not at all! But the other ones I like are really super niche (for example Blogosphere or ID magazine). They absolutely ROCK what they do, but they stick to that one thing, y’know? So Frankie was my only real ‘all round’ kick ass mag I stuck with. It’s sad really, because I can remember the days when I’d literally mark days on my calendar when magazines would be bringing out a new issue. I was SO excited, it was a fantastic thing. Buying this paper collection of inspiration, ideas, and new worlds; and then collecting them over time. It was a good feeling. But these days, that’s really uncommon.
As a blogger, I know myself it’s because of blogs. Media has gone digital, and we live in this online world – and I truly love it. But I won’t say there isn’t this part of me that misses opening those fresh pages of a new issue, and delving into them with eagerness.
And then, DEBUT.
I was browsing WHSmith this week, in the magazine aisles, as I often do in the hopes of something popping out at me. Slightly bored and sighing, as I only half look at the front cover of every samey glossy publication out there. Something suddenly caught my eye; a smaller magazine, declaring quietly that it was ‘NEW!’. Beautiful handwritten font splashed across page (I notice these things) and a POP of pink I couldn’t quite look away from. No list of features on the front cover, it was covered instead in mystery. And so I grabbed myself a copy, while shuffling between my feet in the busy aisle and getting in the way of everyone else in there.
The first thing I noticed was the ‘zine-like’ feel of this mag. Not physically, I mean in the sense that Debut mag uses a beautiful range of imagery that feel really Arty, cut-and-paste style, really focused on presenting things in their own unique way – y’know? The magazine is based on focusing on women in creative industries (HELL YES), and you can really see that when flicking through. Every feature, every piece, every idea; has a fantastic break-down acknowledgment of who created it, who they are, and what it’s all about. This is not your average magazine slapping down thoughts on a page. This is women creating and inviting you in; giving you access to the process behind the scenes. You immediately feel welcome, and involved.
For the first time in YEARS, I started reading a magazine before I’d even got home. Walking through the streets and not really paying attention to much else, I somehow found my way home and devoured the whole thing front to back while barely taking off my coat. I read about women bossing a whole variety of careers, I discovered artists and photographers I’m now obsessing over on Instagram, I felt inspired by the brutal honesty and untouched photos of the girls within the pages. I connected to people I’ll probably never meet, and it got me thinking about things I may never have otherwise. I feel like my soul is being fed.
I can’t really put into words how astounding Debut magazine is, but I can tell you I’ll be going back to WH Smiths, looking for more. I managed to find this little gem early too, it’s only on issue 3. I feel a collection coming on.
Thank you Debut. Thank you for rekindling my love of magazines, for ideas on paper, and the love of walking with my head buried in printed words. You’ve hooked me.
(Psst, this post is in NO WAY sponsored, or in collaboration with Debut magazine – I wish – I simply feel a deep passion and instant love for what they’re creating, and wanted to share this.)