dear frankie

Dearest frankie, When I saw the 100th issue on sale, I felt a small pang of guilt. My mum bought me my very first copy many moons ago – issue 45! – and we both fell in love. Sure, frankie had fashion and beauty and all that jazz, but it also had a point of difference to the other mags on offer for girls and women: it had an Australian, Kiwi-esque feel; it was homely, comfortable, diverse and inclusive. And so, my mum and I continued to collect them. But when she passed away, I stopped for a while. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but I felt lost. When issue 100 rolled around, looking