First Blueprint (which did jump the shark with the bubble-gum pink Christmas tree), and now Domino. Why is it that every half-way intelligent, targeted to 20 and 30-something females shelter mag has to fail? There is little else in the mainstream magazine world left to read these days. I am sad, sad, sad.
There's amazing stuff out there in the blogosphere (Grace Bonney's Design*Sponge reigning supreme), but I really like flipping through real pages. There's still Dwell, but sometimes I find the modernism and ads for concrete jewelry a little deadening.