Avery Cardoza's Player, a magazine whose title and content make us long for the days when House & Garden could thrive, is not one we willingly pick up. In fact, we haven't thumbed through it since that one time in August.
Has a new issue even come out since? No, actually. Not since that Aug-Sept issue where James Franco probably fired his publicist.
Which might, but not necessarily, explain why associate publisher Nathalie Ramirez is taking off for Inked, the arts-culture magazine that uses tattoos and body art as a launching point for spectacular photo spreads. Or perhaps it's because Inked is backed by Pinchazo Publishing Group, which also spits out Nylon. And, we're guessing, has a positive checking account balance. CONTINUED »
While we're on the topic of Player magazine and all its inadequacies, let us present another example from the September/October issue to help along the convincing that a book based on the "7 deadly sins" is destined for certain blog fame.
Meet the photo feature on actress Brittany Daniel, who's worthy of a magazine spread because … she's in a movie called Loveless in Los Angeles that may or may not have come out yet but you make an effort to see it either way. (Oh, and she's in The CW's The Game, which has a second season coming in October.)
You'll forgive us for not reading any of the text – and not because there was only one paragraph of it – but the photographer credit was the only thing that caught our eye (next to Brittany's "best body in Hollywood," of course).
The photog behind the snaps is Cynthia Daniel — or, as countless handfuls of people know her: Brittany's twin sister, whose only acknowledgeable role was co-starring with her sis in Sweet Valley High. Our guess is that Cynthia has been playing a sad game of Career Catch-Up ever since, riding Brittany's ratty coattails. So much so that we're entertaining the possibility Cynthia swapped herself into those pics.
Know what's the best part about being the editor-in-chief of your own magazine — aside from the towncar service at your beck and call, that you have plural assistants, and you have no need for OpenTable.com because there's always a corner booth waiting for you?
That you get to choose your own heavily styled and meticulously Photoshopped editor's letter photo.
Could someone please tell Player magazine's Avery Cardoza about this?
