LOVE WANT

I seem unable to get over the magazine title being an extremely effective and just adorable hook to start off my reading. Honestly I just found out about its existence now, via a post linking editorials featuring another fav label of mine Stolen Girlfriends Club; before which I had a strange, but nevertheless not entirely baseless inkling that the magazine is based in Australia. (Just because I love Australian fashion too much and I love this editorial too much too, so? yeah, see the overlap there.) And voila, the magazine is based in Sydney (my favorite city down there--yet).

The editorials couldn't pop out at the more right time--I was just being sick of the sweeping flood of floral prints (though, as previously stated, I DO love some) and other hyperprints (which I am definitely a fan of, but just not now), Love Want magazine presented a vibe that just couldn't be easily beaten. I do not want prints anymore, I want something that I can feel. I want to be wrapped in slouchy leather, metallic foil, wool; I want to throw my sweater or my huge jacket, I want to wear cap and take out my converse and walk or play myself with fireworks around Sydney suburbs. You know. Things that never get old.