Do we need a coffee table for a coffee table book?
Coffee destroys me, no, realistically. The aroma so many people turn into poetry just kills me, it is as simple and brutal as that. Once upon a time, I used to be one of those religious students who personified her aura by not counting the number of coffee cups she gulped in a day. Long gone are those days, I lost them to Migraine: My ongoing Romance.
Why the lament, you might be wondering? I love coffee table books sans coffee. Like this beautiful “VOGUE – The Editor’s Eye”.
If you claim to love fashion or otherwise, you need to have this book in your collection. It’s a visual cornucopia. The quality of pages and binding is excellent. It transports you back to the era of Helmut Newton, Avedon and Leibowtiz. On days when I am feeling languid, I often reach out for this and find my solace. Which are your favourite coffee table books, with or without coffee?









