Any magazine that describes itself as being for the "upscale lifestyle, including travel, dining, wealth management, luxury automobiles, mountain and beach life, and fashion" must have a huge target painted on its back.
When Atlanta Peach folded, this could not be far behind.
You know you are screwed when you can't exist as a magazine for affluent people and you can't exist when poor people can't buy you either.
No, it's not about the police department of our nation's capital.
They ran out of subject matter in this city and just had to drop kick it over to the Reaper.
If you ever wonder to yourself, "What's going on in Kansas," the answer is: not reading magazines.
Bright city light gonna set my soul,
Gonna set my soul on fire!
Got a whole lotta money that's ready to burn (especially if you're in the magazine business, pardner!)
So set those stakes up higher!
Morte Las Vegas Life!*
Hand me my maracas, son, here come those Best New Restaurants and Top Doctors. The Reaper has come up snake eyes when the economy stinks even in high rolling Las Vegas.
* The Reaper always flunked its foreign language classes.
