Monocle aside, the only print magazine I indulge in is Vogue Italia.

Steven Meisel is one of the main reasons.

If I were ever to make time capsules out of cardboard boxes his visual narratives would be chucked in as idiosyncratic chronicles of our times, together with box sets of the Simpsons.

In his latest shoot, make love not war, the porn of war is dressed in the most glamorous nihilism.