I love Monocle. I don’t read it, but I love it. I buy it semi-regularly, each time full of ambition. It just screams intellectual betterment. I really do want to understand more about the heated debate generated by Poland’s recently launched census. And I really am interested in why the Swiss franc remains one of the world’s most popular investor currencies. But then I settle down with the magazine and find myself wishing that there were more Canali ads or stories about Patrick Grant.
I also love stationery. I’m particularly partial to a notebook. It’s where I imagine writing all the piercingly insightful observations I would make were I the type of person who actually read Monocle.