Photo by Nathan Lee.
I can’t even remember the last time I opened up Pages on my Mac. I can’t remember the last time I was motivated to put something onto this blog. I honestly can’t even remember the last time I felt motivated to design or write for this thing. If you’re wondering what I’m referencing by this thing, I mean the magazine I founded called Pages Magazine. This thing for a certain period in my life was my most proud creation, the creation that let me know that anything was truly possible. I went from a kid on the blogs idolizing people like Anwar Carrots, Benny Gold, Paulo Calle, Reginald Sylvester etc. to having them on the cover of my magazine and hosting fucking pop-ups with them in the most beautiful city in the world, San Francisco. I was a one man show for the early issues, wearing multiple hats as designer, writer, printer and pretty much everything else. My passion for Pages led to other creatives noticing and eventually offering their talents for future issues. Alongside myself was a group of truly talented writers, designers and content contributors that lent their valuable time to be apart of something they truly cared about. Without them the work and words in these magazines would have never been possible.
Somewhere after our 5th issue I reached a point of becoming complacent. I started a new job and it consumed so much of my time that at the end of the day I didn’t even consider designing or sending emails for the next issue. Never in my life would I have thought that I would lose the passion for literally the one thing in my life that I was the most proud of, but I did. Emails and texts sent to me from my valued contributors went unanswered for weeks. Not because I didn’t appreciate their work, but just for the blatant fact my heart was no longer in Pages. Designing, writing and even responding to emails seemed like a chore and everyday I passed by my Mac without paying the slightest attention to it. $2,000 and two years later, I can honestly say I haven’t used this Mac for more than 15 hours of design related activities. Sad, I know, but it just goes to show where my mind has been as a creative.
So whats the point of all this? Am I just going to pen a sob story on this blog or am I going to do something about resuscitating the creation I love so much and that you the readers hopefully enjoy so much. I am going to put my soul into the latter and hopefully give you guys a memorable upcoming 7th issue featuring StreetX. Some orders have been placed and I know you guys are pissed wondering where your orders are at but no worries I ain’t in the business of scamming and your shit will be mailed just as soon as I get my head out of my ass and finalize some minor adjustments within the coming days.
Thanks for the continued support over the past few years and I hope you stick it out with us to see what we have stored for the future. I am not sure where Pages will march forth into 2019 and beyond but I hope to God that it is a place where it makes you all happy.
Much love and continued success to all of our readers, creatives, contributors, designers, writers and everybody else who has an interest in Pages Magazine. I do this for not only myself, but for you guys as well. This shitty stack of paper and desolate blog will be revived in the coming months and even if I have to take a monetary loss in the meantime, fuck it; I have a lot of making up to do for the last 18 months of not being shit.
Keep you posted.
Editor in Chief.
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