You can now proudly walk into your newsagent’s and demand the new GQ without shame as there are 3 delightful full-colour pages of burlesque goodness by Paul Pope to be found within. And, unlike most of this issue’s content, they are not on the website. GQ is also worth a look if you are in the art, culture, design, what-have-you trade, because, it is, well, surprisingly well done. I was genuinely surprised at the freshness of the work. Really. Give a look. (It still smells bad, and the content is beyond questionable, but no shock there)