roundup4.jpgANP has no cover type at all, often sitting in a nice, neat stack awaiting discerning readers who aren't afraid to grab it without asking how much it costs. It's free, and the stack is sitting for less and less time as more people discover it. ANP treads into the art world, yet is still playful. It's perhaps Index's most likely successor. The new issue features interviews with our lesbro Sophie Morner (editor of Capricious), Make-Up freakazoid Ian Svenonius and artists Chris Burden and Rita Ackermann. I especially love the profile and cover images of the early 80's LA punk 'zine, NO Mag.

Arthur, the free and fiercely independent music and arts magazine out of Los Angeles, disappeared earlier this year due to an editor/publisher power play–but fear not, the rag with the nerdy/hippie/anarchist bent is back! Yes, it came out mid-September, but it's still out there and waiting for you to grab. Issue 26 features Thurston Moore and Byron Coley interviewing Yoko Ono, Douglas Rushkoff's take on 9/11 conspiracy theorists and profiles of Becky Stark and the Sun City Girls. The re-launch issue has more color and a fashion spread (they need to work on this if serious, sorry guys). OH, and it's also available FREE as a PDF download.

Fantastic Man has gold foil on it's cover this month, perhaps balancing on the precipice of looking like a high school yearbook–yet it succeeds beautifully. This is why I love Jop and Gert, everything they do is so well considered and refined, all else seems coarse and crass by comparison. Of note is the first woman on the cover, although she is hidden behind her partner. Fascinating. I had an art directed evening the other night: red wine on the sofa under the yellow glow of a paper lantern, leaning against an oversized goose down pillow listening to Jimmy Scott. I perused Issue No. 6 of Fantastic Man, the perfect weight and texture. I read interviews with Rem Koolhaas, one of my high school crushes Peter Murphy, the Brilliant artist Steve McQueen and cover man Vinoodh Matadin. I finished the evening with a viewing of Wong Kar Wai's As Tears Go By, and for awhile at least, was consumed by the possibility of beauty.

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