The white giant

Magazine aberrations of taste belong to puberty like kitsch belongs to Catholicism. My teenage sin was called Nena, wore a bright red miniskirt and hovered over my bed like an archangel - thanks to Bravo in full life-size. The "star cut" became an institution for generations - and a trademark for the central organ of German-speaking pimple wearers, published by Bauer Verlag. In its last issue, the magazine also granted this status to the Bavarian Pope, who was surrounded by shouts of "Be-ne-detto" at World Youth Day in Cologne. Pure zeitgeist. However, B16 was not delivered for cutting and pasting, but in one piece, presumably for reasons of piety. Aesthetically, however, not only the - ingeniously self-promotional - congratulatory lettering is strongly reminiscent of detergent ads from the 1970s. Ratzinger's robe is also more reminiscent of the white giant than the Holy Spirit - at least for zeitgeist fans fixated on outward appearances (see above).
despisers like me.
(oc)