Well, we don’t know what you’ve been reading since the discontinuation of A&F Quarterly. We’ve been flicking distractedly through The Guardian, reading the same passages over and over again in A La Recherche du Temps Perdu (in the original French? Of course! Has it been translated then?), discoursing over the texts of Richard Dawkins and some early Bertrand Russell…
And now we don’t have to do that anymore. Because Abercrombie & Fitch, where you can buy generic American-style clothing with writing all over it at just four times the price you would pay anywhere even though you can’t actually see what colour it is in the dimly lit, over-scented strores, just because they have a male hooker with his clothes akimbo on the door *breathes* have reinstated their A&F Quarterly.
Like a literary salon but in magazine form (176 pages for just $10! People will pay money for someone’s catalogue now?), it contains the photographic works of one Bruce Weber, the modelling skills of those hookers-at-the-door and includes a warning about male nudity.
It comes out in July and we cannot wait. *ticker-tape-style breaking news comes in* Sorry, yes, we can wait.