THE JOURNAL

The last time I found myself in a letterman jacket was in my first year; I was 17 and had just landed my first magazine job

Looking back at the year that was

A not-so architectural digest

This isn’t going to be your average grinch story

And just like that, years on and no longer crooning to ‘call me, beep me’, today officially marks my two decades of existence.

Who knew adding a touch of red could get any more relevant than this?