Despite all the difficulties of 2020, we somehow prevailed in ending the year with a new print magazine.
After the glorious summer that was, Covid was just a spec in the rear view mirror, another medical aliment defeated by the great good that is humanity – oh how wrong we were. We launched full steam ahead on a quest for good times, or even just a slice of normality not knowing what this autumn or winter would bring. Some modest goals. Some little victories.
We had Eithan Osbourne over for a glorious two weeks on home turf scoring the best that the Atlantic and Mediterranean coasts have to offer. Before the French decided in their infinite wisdom that surf is in fact, interdit. We caught up with a new friend Arthur Longo in his studio in Berlin to find out how one of the world’s best snowboarders mixes it up with Art and living in a city far removed from the mountains. Our old friend Héctor Menéndez hopped across the Canarian Archipelago to photograph an old friend skating the island of Gran Canaria, a seemingly small fear but a little victory indeed after the severity of the Spanish lockdown. Our new Chef in Residence, and who we might be touting as France’s next greatest export Adrien Witte takes us through the finer points of making Kombucha whilst we take a voyage to the Congo to learn of the plight of the Silverback Gorilla. We unearthed some scraps from our dear co-editors. Yentl’s voyages in Indo and Aus on location for Bliss whilst Robin’s adopted new home in Berlin led to helping skateboarder turned mid century furniture connoisseur Tjark Thiekler move exquisite designer furnishings around his shop in between skating with the Cleptomanicx homies. We also spent some much needed time escaping the city with Lea Schairer in the Austrian mountains, and gained an insight into life in Jamaica via Luca Vincenzo. Our friend Chris Binns from over the water in W.A tells the exceptional true Hollywood story of one of our long admired photogs Jason Reposar, accompanied by some iconic imagery from the man himself.
So yes, we might be staring into the barrel of an at best uncertain, and at worst bleak winter but the world still keeps turning. There will be a spring, and our beloved little old subcultures of surf and skate aren’t going anywhere and in fact, are more important than ever offering a unique opportunity of escapism wherever that might be.