September 24, 2008; 3:49am
I’m going to level with you, right from the get-go: I cannot tell you what we’re about. I realized this, just now, while trying to sleep. It is 3:49am. I have this magazine and have no idea how to describe to you “what we’re about.”
What we are is a group of guys, who went to college together, and that’s where the similarity ends. We’re from different places, have different majors, look different, act different, dress different; some believe in God, some don’t, some drink, some don’t, some like pot, some don’t, some eat their sandwiches with crusts, others don’t.
We want to make a magazine with eleven interviews (hence the name) that will hopefully offer insights into lives of people not like yourself. Not like myself either. We’re not a new GQ, we’re not Nylon, we’re not Fader, we’re not what you think because we don’t have a target demographic we want to exploit for money. We just want to share what we and others like, because we love it. We love culture, design, style, food, all that stuff.
Is that “what we’re about?” No. That’s just our magazine.
What I’m about today is different than where I will be tomorrow. It’s not because I’m young, it’s because I refuse to let what I wear, buy, or use define me. I am not a watch, a suit, skinny jeans, or a pair of shoes.
I am a work-in-progress. We all are. I have grown in the year since I started this magazine, and in the three months this blog has been up. Check back here in a few months, tomorrow even, because chances are I look at the world different than I do now.