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Cereal Magazine » A place for us to share our experiences in food, drink and travel.

Cereal Magazine » A place for us to share our experiences in food, drink and travel.

Lucky Peach LUCKY PEACH is a quarterly journal of food and writing. Each issue focuses on a single theme, and explores that theme through essays, art, photography, and recipes. “A glorious, improbable artifact… Lucky Peach is not only something to behold, it is also something to hold, a reminder of print’s true wingspan.” The Lucky Peach #10 is our Street Food issue. “A masterpiece of modern-food culture.” “There’s been a sudden growth in magazines for food obsessives eager for more than just recipes. Lucky Peach logotype by Brian McMullen. The bottle relieving himself on our logo by Steve Powers.

» Spex – Magazin für Popkultur The Violet Flow Magazine - Sanoma Media Netherlands swallow magazine KubaParis Zeitschrift für junge Kunst Blanc Magazine — Submissions Hi Fashion Nerds, want to Contribute to Issue 3? The theme for the next issue is Strange and Beautiful. We want to see unique, beautiful, quirky and downright strange editorials in this issue. Artists Please send us a link to your work and a pdf of most recent work to if you would like to be featured. Writers Want to write for us? Photographers We want to thank you for submitting to us. We try to answer all emails, whether successful or not so please be patient, as it could take up to two weeks. We do not accept editorials that have been already published anywhere including online. Web Editorials These can be sent at anytime. Thanks !!

Música, Moda, Política, Arte y Cine | Fotos, Blogs y Vídeos newdistributionhouse Publisher: Kai Von RabenauEditor: Urs Bellermann, Josephine Bobeck, Melissa Canbaz, Mareike Dittmer, Eva Gonçalves, Caroline Heuer, Renko Heuer, Ute Kühn, Göksu Kunak, Magdalena Magiera, Florian Rehn, Anna Saulwick, Anke Schleper, Tina WesselLanguage: English Pages: 44 Size: 6 x 8 in Binding: SoftcoverImpregnated with 12 smells A huge waft of air bellows forth when I arrive at the door of Sissel Tolaas’ Wilmersdorfer flat in Berlin. Sissel is waiting for me, tall and thin-limbed. Her tousled platinum-blonde bob crowns a chic black ensemble, setting off a contrast of extremes.