I held off reviewing Stylist as I was hoping it would build on a promising start and really begin to offer something after a couple of issues. Annoyingly, this doesn't seem to be the case. When the ladies from Bitchbuzz tweeted that they thought it was the worst issue yet and screamed, "WE WANT TO... Continue Reading →
Shortlist and Stylist
One of the things I've grown to love about commuting is being given an interesting magazine totally free every Thursday, by a smiley guy outside Goodge Street tube station. Shortlist is apparently a men's magazine, but I have always found much more in it to amuse and educate me than inside the majority of women's... Continue Reading →