Forgive me Prada for I have sinned. I read Grazia. Every weekend.

Ok, so it’s not a high-end super snobbish fashion magazine, and it’s not really intellectual, but on a Saturday morning (12:00), with a cup of coffee and a pain au chocolat, nothing can beat it.

A little bit of people with a pinch of news, some nice fashion spreads, and a lot of shopping lists – to me, that’s the only way to start a good weekend.