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The first time I saw a photo of Jeff Bezos in his cowboy hat, back from his eleven-minute joyride past the Kármán line, I thought: this is what happens when a man who could end childhood hunger decides to cosplay as Yosemite Sam instead. I wasn't alone. Somewhere, a designer already sketched a magazine cover.The magazine is called Space Junk, and according to Dazed, it sets out to wrestle space culture “back from the hands of selfish billionaires.” Here’s the first joke, and the magazine didn’t write it: Space Junk runs 256 pages, carries a Bottega Veneta ad in its pilot issue, and its art direction comes from the studio behind the Grammy-winning packaging for Charli XCX’s “Brat.” Its co-founder, Jack Mills, edited Dazed’s print edition. A glossy art object, then, with the posture of a zine, aimed at the men who own the rockets. Underneath the gloss it carries something stranger: the idea the cosmos belongs to everyone, including the people who can’t afford a SpaceX hoodie.I want to…

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