The Thousands

LULA is the kind of girl you’d have a crush on. Or be intimidated by.  Or want to be best friends with. Or all three. She’s a babe (of course), and talented, and effortlessly cool to boot. Her style is all old-fashioned cameras, 70s dresses, patterned stockings, heavy mascara. She’d live in an apartment where the wallpaper is peeling off, but it would be held together lovingly by a litter of poems and polaroids. Her CDs would be all over the floor, but she’d know the name of every one.**Luckily for us, LULA is a magazine, so we can peek inside the debauch glamour of her life without her knowing. She comes all the way from London; from the cobblestone streets and brooding grey light and brilliant green of gardens. She brings us photographs, interviews, fashion, music and memories of childhoods lost.  She’s thick as a book, haunting as a fairy tale, and would look damn lovely sitting on your coffee table.
 
Yes, she’s definitely cooler-than-thou, but hey, I think she’s a pretty nice girl underneath.