Vintage Vogue

I was reading the UK magazine, the World of Interiors, this week when I spotted an ad (above) for the new compilation book of Vogue covers. I thought about my mother and the afternoons we spent flipping through her Vogue magazines and listening to Frank Sinatra records on the stereo. As a child growing up in New Mexico (long before Hollywood discovered Santa Fe), magazines became my window into the larger world. It surprises me now how the old covers take me back.