Here is my beloved Charli XCX who was in Paper Magazine because… well, I don’t know why. For magazine reasons I would assume. I know for most of my life people have talked about how they get their magazines for the articles but for me I mainly consume magazines for the pictures. It makes my subscription to the Economist amazingly unrewarding. Which is a killer joke if you have ever seen the tightly packed text dense pages of the Economist. It’s ok if you didn’t know that, the joke still works and by works I mean it’s my way of signaling my intelligence and sophistication. Obviously I nailed that when I named this blog though. Anyway, I didn’t plan this for today. In case you were wondering, I don’t schedule major magazine shoots. I don’t have that power. But I mean today is a big day for me and sometimes I pick someone special for it but someone special picked herself I guess? It’s probably fate. Either way, I’m making a great case for another restraining order. Oh well. She looked good though and I like Charli XCX a lot. Today I want to fuck Charli XCX.