Back when my source of information was friends or magazines, the things introduced in them were so fantastic and looked so sparkly. While staring at the magazine, my feelings of adoration such as wow so wonderful, or I want that, were not directly linked to satisfying an urge to buy, but I feel it was something more like in the zone of childhood imagination. It is like that when you are in your teens I guess. When checking out features on interior, it was not "I want to buy that chair featured," but more like imagining myself living in that room and enjoying it. Just like a children's picture book.
As I grew older, magazines were chosen based on clear determination, and I started to subscribe to some. Completely different from when I gazed and enjoyed, they became a tool for information I considered necessary.
Nowadays fashion magazines are not a thing of imagination, but something of reality to me; I sometimes reminisce of how I used to enjoy them back then.
Shiori / Etsugu / PR