Something in me thrills to a January magazine, mostly because they’re all underlined with the sense of their editors being like¬†ugh, I don’t know I GUESS we’ll do ANOTHER thing about detoxes?¬†I feel a frisson of sympathy for them that brings me joy. Spoiler: THIS January, at least one editor was sharp enough to think, “I know. PUPPIES.” She was right.

[Covers: Various Vogues]