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If "Modern Bride" Is a Has-Been, What Does That Make Me?

A guest post from Robin Marantz Henig:

When I was in college, I did what every aspiring journalist did back then, in the dark ages of the 1970s—I would research and write an article, type it out on my portable electric typewriter, put it in an envelope, lick a stamp, and mail it off to a glossy magazine in hopes of getting it published. How quaint every step of that process seems now, right down to the stamp. Writer’s Market was my bible, a fat directory I’d leaf through to get editors’ names and addresses for the magazines in which I longed to appear. Oh, to have my words printed on the pages of Esquire, the Atlantic, Saturday Review, or that pinnacle of sophistication and beautiful prose, the sanctified New Yorker ... (Read more in DoubleX.)

Domino Falls

Apologies for the pun, but it's hard to be clever when your heart is breaking. Domino, the home design magazine from Conde Nast—and sister publication to Lucky and Cookie—is folding. I truly love this magazine, as my 3-foot-tall stack of well-thumbed back issues can attest. (June Thomas, ever the finder of silver linings, points out that at least my collection has now shot up in value.) What I particularly loved about Domino was its friendly, service-y vibe. Yes, there was much parading of beautiful, costly things—what E.J. might call real estate porn. But there was also a lot of solid, useful design advice that even a poor studio dweller with a limited budget could learn from. Domino really spoke to the New Victorian in me, the homebody that craved the lovely, the handmade, the chicly comfortable, and I'll be sad to see it go. Now, who wants to trade a November 2006 for a September 2005? (For disclosure's sake, I should mention that Domino's editor-in-chief, Deborah Needleman, is married to Jacob Weisberg, head of the Slate Group.)