My teenage s.f. fiend self would have been well chuffed and seriously impressed if I could have peered into the Phuture and seen my own childspawn writing for Omni
(albeit a revival of that publication launched by Adidas)
(and that said, I'm not sure I ever bought or read a copy of Omni but I certainly ogled the covers)
The original Omni seems to come from a point in late 20th Century when the idea of the future / outer space - or at least the graphic language attached to it - is edging into tackiness.... NASA becoming naffer by the year
the imagery and attendant hopes 'n' dreams appealing still to the unjaded and earnest, but sophisticated taste slipping deeper into the retro
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