Beirut, May 28th, 2013 –Every editor has his fix. After closing each issue, I would divorce myself as a reader from myself as an editor. Then I would anxiously wait for that pink elf – that’s how I’ve always imagined him – travelling from a magical place far, far away, to place it on my doorstep, or hotel room, fresh out of print, and enclosed with a note: “To Candy*, who’s been keeping me on a sugar rush since we first met.” The fresh smell of ink, the weightlessness of the paper, the whisper of a page flip, and the power of the visuals– everything about it was intoxicating.
This was my Candy.
But I wanted more. The taste was still bitter. I wanted you to try it and tell me how it is. Then I watched as we grew wider on your shelves and higher on your coffee tables. I saw how we lived in the back of your minds and on the walls of your bedrooms…and I wondered if you had a pink elf too.
I love what I do. After 19 issues and 19 notes, I have learned to rise above the quest to finding the complete taste. I know now that candy can be rock-hard, but once you’ve crushed it, boy it can be very sweet.
To the pink elf…who’s been feeding me a bittersweet* taste of candy.
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