I'm back in Paris today. Which means I have changed sun, swimming pools and gardens for rain, more rain and... yet more rain. Thinking of paradise lost, I found myself reminiscing about The Face magazine. As a teenager, and once I passed my inevitable Vogue America phase, I grew up with Dazed, I-D and The Face. The first two are the only magazines I buy every single month (apart from The World of Interiors, the edgy Condé Nast design and architecture magazine, to which I'm also totally addicted), and I would still be just as faithful to The Face if it hadn't stopped being published back in 2004. Everything has been said about the magazine: it was modern, it was edgy, it was pop, it was really innovative in its shape and its content. I would like to do something as unique as this... Until then I'll just study and decipher every single Face cover.