We are not afraid of pixels. We do not fear them nor do we dishonor the good, hard work of their tamers, charmers and stewards. But we do love an ink-stained fingertip on a Sunday morning and the smell of real paper. You can’t read Arthur Magazine online. It is just a real newspaper. It’s beautiful and big. It folds out huge and confident. It takes up the whole fucking table. And it’s a really good read. This is their first issue in four years and it’s on real flesh and paper and paper only. Get one here.