I don’t get much mail, except for the occasional postcard from my mom and the handful of magazines I subscribe to. For the most part, this pleases me because I’m not wasting as much paper as I would if I received L.L. Bean catalogs every week. However, amidst crap catalogs like Just For Redheads, there are gems that so beautiful, you’ll want to live in them.
Even the catalog from French import A.P.C. exudes the easy style you’d assume all Parisians possess. The latest, which appeared in my mailbox a couple weeks ago, comes covered in army green cloth. Keep reading »