Ah the continuing perils of my dear, sweet newsprint. The Audit Bureau of Circulations just released their latest newspaper numbers for the six months ending in September 2009 and while somewhat expected, things don’t look so great.
Daily newspaper circulation is down 10.6 percent and Sunday is down over 7. Though the internet is clearly stealing soy ink’s thunder with single-sites reporting page views well into the millions, the print product still reins supreme as old media’s main money maker.
But a bright spot has actually befallen the fashion world’s written word. WWD increased their circulation by 14.31 percent, making the Conde Nast trade the second largest circulation gainer among papers with paid daily circulation over 50,000.
Unfortunately, WWD’s 53,142 paid subscribers pale in comparison to the 1,364,716 souls who follow them on Twitter, the new media behemoth that still currently lacks a revenue generating business model.
Despite the grim statistics, I’m willing to bet a body part that the newspaper industry isn’t anywhere close to its demise, as fear can turn even the stodgiest set-in-their-way old media macher into a nimble new media visionary (or at least lend the foresight to hire one).
Sure, as outlets wise up and start figuring out ways to really make bank on-line we will surely see less paper. Sad for those who enjoy the feeling of finishing an entire Sunday paper, myself included. But at the end of the day, isn’t accurate, credible information more important than the way we receive it?
I sure think so.
And if I’m wrong, I’ll be the best one-armed fry cook McDonald’s has ever seen.
You may not follow the writer Mike Albo with any regularity, but you may immediately relate to his retail review of L.A.’s The Grove in The New York Times:
houses the couple’s mean collection of stuffed animal carcasses (the mag publisher is an Angeleno by way of Texas, after all).
After the marshall caboshed the chaotic front door, Barajas was pissed to see peeps from BoxEight’s list getting inside before his own invited partiers and he let everyone around him know it.
File this under sorta-heroism: Lucy Danziger, the editor-in-chief of Self magazine, has apparently decided that the prized car service offered to magazine publisher Condé Nast’s powers-that-be screams a little gauche in this economy–especially in an industry scouting less for ideas and more for graveyard plots to bury struggling titles.
If you haven’t yet made the trip, this is the last week of the Annenberg Space for Photography’s 
Pictures of the Year International:
The World. In High Resolution, runs through Nov. 1 at the Annenberg Space for Photography, 2000 Avenue of the Stars, #10, Century City. 
As of late, I’ve become a big fan of 
I was flipping through the November issue of Harper’s Bazaar this morning, when I came across a piece of advice that felt so surpremely antiquated, I had to share.
Recently, I got a somewhat troubling note from my agent (I’m a fashion stylist.) She looked at my portfolio, and told me that my work is “too edgy, and not enough cool,” and that I should start cramming my book with images boasting a J. Crew vibe. J. Crew?
Tabloid maven Bonnie Fuller, who — in a rather unexpected move — signed on as Editor -in-Chief of HollywoodLife.com (which was formerly Movieline’s Hollywood Life magazine before moving to an online-only format earlier this year), has hired New York Daily News ‘Gatecrasher’ reporter Laura Schreffler as her West Coast Bureau Chief.
I just got word from a source inside the Los Angeles Times that Annie Gilbar, the editor-in-chief of the Los Angeles Times magazine, has been let go.