There’s a game my friends and I played as children: we would page through magazines and pick the things we desired and the people we wanted to be. The trick was to be fast, so that you would be the first to pick the most beautiful people, clothes, car and house.
We would flick through old copies of our mothers’ magazines for hours on end, creating these distant futures that we so deeply desired. As far back as I can remember, magazines served up aspirational images of what I didn’t have and didn’t look like but actively yearned for.
Read it at the M&G.