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Monday, April 12, 2004

The end of The Face

With no money and nothing to do, the epitome of early 90’s slacker, I stumbled into the thankfully air-conditioned Tower records on North Peters in the French Quarter the summer after I graduated high school. I started drinking coffee that summer so I could sit in Kaldis Coffeehouse, and I started reading magazines so I could hang out in Tower. The first magazine I became obsessed with was The Face. The Face made me believe I wasn’t alone, made me think the world was amazing – made me want to get the fuck to London as soon as possible. I’ve been cunty to The Face lately – I look at it and say, “Dazed and Confused is kicking your ass, and what’s with those stupid post-its?!?” I’ve been one of those loyal readers who’ve cast it aside. Apparently the May Issue of the Face will be the last, and perhaps it should be. But remember, The Face used to be all there was. It was not stuck up in its fashion, had real information on drugs and politics and it looked amazing. I hope it gets bought and overhauled.

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