R.I.P One Week To Live Magazine

Half an hour ago I started biting my nails again. I feel kind of like I did when I was 13 and wore eyeliner, my hair was even blonder and I drew on my shoes. Like that. The good thing is that I can wear Black Satin nail polish again (I only like it on short nails). Before I was thinking about dark nails for summer. It such a brilliant look. Frills, transparacy, flowers, sheer, pastel, white, whiter, but grey, turquoise and then short ugly dark nails. Not that it's summer. But you have no choice but to think about it.

Nails was not what I was going to talk about. Maybe just biting them. Well. An email from One Week To Live just popped up in my Gmail, announcing that "After 108 issues of One Week To Live we have made the decision to cease publishing. As a small startup with limited means we have grown the magazine as far as possible on an independent basis – after failing to secure additional finance to continue with the current digital version we have made the decision to now close the business."

It's a long time since I worked for them for the last time. Due to natural causes: OWTL is London. London life. Living in London. Being alive in London. And I'm not in london am I.
(and nowadays I discovered that getting paid for work is kind of nice)

It makes me sad to think about not being able to pick up an OWTL at Boxfresh for reading at Suburb with a skinny latte on my lunchbreak planning my clubbing week. I really liked OWTL. I liked its aim, and I liked the result. All the ibiza DJs and the horrendous photos aside, I liked it. I liked that it was completely unpretentious and I liked that it was a safe way of knowing that London was alive.

Nowadays I often catch myself missing that clubbing guide. That thourough night life planner. No need for endless googling, or being up to date, or even having up to date friends. Just that unattractive lovely little paper.

I'll miss you, just like I miss LDN