And then there was Lula.
I'm not a huge fan of Lula, although I have been known to pick it up every one in a while. The styling, while quite lovely, is just a bit too quaint for my tastes. But this editorial... holy fucking cow...it hit me like a hammer from Valhalla.
While there are undoubtedly newer, more intricate spreads from the magazine floating about, this is the one that has--and perhaps always will--stuck out in my mind. Its appeal lies in its simplicity.