Occasionally within the reviews of books that many of us in the office have read we’ll slip in mention of a favourite magazine. My contribution this time around is far from a literary beast, however it is heavy on its own particular style.
Men’s File seems to be published pretty much at random. It seems like a couple of years since I spotted and snapped up the first edition, but then none appeared for such a long time I suspect that I have thrown it away and so ruining my chances of having a valuable collection when it begins its rise from cult to the floor of the mainstream.
Men’s File has evolved a lot since its first appearance. It was about as close to soft porn as the dedicated middle aged man of a certain style could get while still calling it artful photography, now its fashion focus has come to the fore and it’s less exciting as a consequence. Bring back the beautiful and the damn right weird posed beautifully just about wearing stunning clothing please.
Mens File isn’t for young blokes, and probably not for old ones either. I’m lucky in that I believe it was created for me!