RIP, Blueprint

I was so sad to wake up this morning and read that Blueprint mag had folded. I have loved it more and more with every issue, particularly the last one, which I read and literally squeaked with happiness over at regular intervals. (I also demanded that Mike get me a bubble gum-pink Christmas tree with clear glass ball ornaments. He did not. Yet.)

When I'm reunited with my magazine stash – yes, I shipped several hundred magazines back to America (um, like I would ever part with my Vogues?) -- we'll have to do a recap of some of my favorite Blueprint moments. In the meantime, here's just a few gorgeous shots so we can mourn appropriately. {Sigh.}