These days when I’m not listening to German post-industrial musicians Einstürzende Neubauten, then I can be found leafing through the pages of GQ Style Germany Frühjahr – Sommer 2011. What does the former have to do with the latter? The umlaut over the u of course. Beyond that, nothing save being yoked together by dint of non sequitur.
Magazine publishers generally cannot help themselves when it comes to releasing multiple covers. It is not without good reason. Biannual editions have it especially hard, what with the inverse relationship between the annual number of covers to the possible opportunities to eff up said covers and all. Unlike monthlies, which benefit in no small part to the law of averages, a biannual is really only ever one Spice Girls cover away from complete ignominy.
Once you step out from underneath the enormous umbrella that is Condé Nast‘s global publication and distribution empire, then the likelihood is slim to nil of encountering a hard copy of a Japanese magazine instead of a slew of images soaking wet from interweb-mediated saturation. In the City, Vogue Nippon can be found almost as readily as its American counterpart. Vogue Hommes Japan, same.
Digital and film do not compare. An image made on a digital system is not a photograph and an image made on film is a photograph. There’s got to be a point where people stop talking in a photographic vernacular about digital photography but I don’t think that means I have to go around calling myself something different…The two do not compare. – David Sims
Photographer David Sims articulates the difference between digital and film in the above quotation, which was taken from Self Service N°34 Spring / Summer 2011 from a conversation he had with editor in chief and creative director Ezra Petronio.
Daily readers of this page will know that I am a bit of a pedant when it comes to creative credits. I reckon amongst other things, attention to detail is what distinguishes the Ford Models Blog from any other rando fashion blog on Tumblr. I don’t care if it’s a “catering assistant,” if a published credit exists, then it will accompany any story posted here.
Numéro Homme is one of the few foreign language volumes biding its time on Magazine Mountain that provides an English translation of its articles at the end of the issue. Sure, the sixteen-page, two-color English section is printed on recycled paper stock rather than the glossy sort reserved for the sexier textes en français, but all the same this very French concession to internationalism is appreciated.
Wack editorials exist. They’re regularly phoned in to monthlies, quarterlies, biannuals, and supplements alike — makeweight content to fill the space between adverts. Occasionally, however in the hoary heights of Magazine Mountain, a story catches my eye and whips me into a hyperbolic froth. This morning I might not be at full-foam, but all the same I am very much feeling this GQ Style Italy story by photographer Kai Z Feng featuring Ford Men’s AJ Abualrub and Paolo Anchisi.
In the annals of magazine publishing history, the repurposing of a story for publication in a different market has about the same level of breaking news buzz as a coma in progress. Nevertheless the story that unfolds says more about Magazine Mountain and my periodical-purchasing habits than it does about the vast Condé Nast empire.
Who doesn’t love brunch takeaway? Avocado toast with spicy eggs¹ in a box. Wild mushroom kale, parsley and goat cheese omelet² wrapped in aluminum foil. Mimosa in a paper cup. Enticing as those sound, none are the takeaway I was thinking. In fact, it’s the takeaway from the brunch happening hosted this past Saturday by Ford’s Alana Zimmer and Women’s Britt Maren at The Fat Radish that I had in mind.