
THE EDITOR'S LETTER
It has taken some time for me to search for the appropriate words to correspond with this release. But upon its completion, they have come to me naturally. Anatomy Magazine has been, if anything, blessed as a publication. Like all great things, this magazine’s first meeting was on a dark and stormy night where we all assembled together in a dorm room meeting space, to start work on our first issue. This was a little over a year ago. Over the course of this journey that I, and the rest of the staff have experienced called “magazine publishing,” we have experienced myriad success, daily challenges and some setbacks from time to time. If I had to reiterate one point from issue three, however, it is that we are resilient.
There was a period of time when after the publishing of the third issue, I sometimes felt like a failure. Things came through late, business contacts weren’t fully utilized, and I struggled to put together a third issue. But in “coming to deal” with the metaphysical setback, post-going drastically off of schedule, I realized that there was still some value in that experience. But simultaneously, in learning this, I realized that like an unsuspected failure, there have been myriad lessons learned, even in my little bit of success with this magazine.
Most chiefly, however, I have learned that it is important to never discredit the power of a dream. Anatomy Magazine has been a dream of mine ever since its inception, when my mother galvanized a loitering idea in my head of starting a business with a natural gift: writing. It stayed a dream when at the cusp of 2009 I said I was going to publish my first issue on the commencement of 2010 and upon its start, Anatomy I was already complete.
Then one day, something happens: you wake up on a dim morning, check your phone: it’s full of emails, look at the people you know: completely different, the clothes you wear: discontinuous with your ideology, and how the world around you has all of a sudden changed and it is on the turn of a dime that you recognize a singular dream of yours has begun to come to fruition.
I’ve had in my first year as an editor and a publisher, my fair share of dim mornings. But now, these mornings have begun to fade away as I stare to the advent for our fifth and anniversary issue to release in March. As my academic career begins to close at The University of North Carolina, I consider the place of advertisers in the survival of this publication. Now, with the closing of this issue we begin our great push: that is, towards making money, featuring more brands, interviewing more personalities, creating bigger and better editorials, putting out larger collaborative music efforts, and oh yeah, cutting out our own stake in the fashion world.
With the summation of this volume, my staff and I bring to you The Youth Issue: a testament to the magazine’s effort in moving onward and upward as a publication. It should be fitting considering everybody who has ever worked on Anatomy only up until recently has been a full-time college student below the age of 24. Like the preceding three Anatomy Magazine issues in this volume, The Youth Issue is one to deliver a new set of firsts for the publication.
Issue one featured our first national act on its cover as issue two marked the first integration of national luxury brands into editorial, and finally, issue three rung in two mixtape collaborations with The Great American Mixtapes. Issue four, however, is the mark of a few things: First and foremost, it marks the end of Anatomy Magazine’s first volume. It marks our first international photo shoot for us which took place in Tokyo, and was shot by Jacob Hodgkinson and further it is the first time we have featured beautiful indie-luxe fashion in the vein of Diet Butcher Slim.
The Youth Issue, hence, is one that leaves a door open for those of us at Anatomy Magazine, and gladly we walk through. But like all issues, the Youth Issue is no different in my treatment of it, that is, in the way I envisioned it versus the way that it actually came out. Perhaps, however, for this installment it was hard. I vividly remember the moment: standing on the wall behind my dorm room in March, smoking a Marlboro Light 100 and speaking at length with Creative Director, Mark Sabb, about what we should do for the remainder of the year after the Southern Issue was completed. I proposed “The Great American Issue” for July, and after some discussion, smiles, a ruffled brow and some silence, “well what about The Youth Issue?” was Mark’s suggestion.
“Youth?” I inquired, and to this response, I was met with the shrug of an artist who did not know his concept, but recognized the fruition of the work we were about to do. Unlike previous issues, where we focused on specific people, certain regions, special groups, socioeconomic brackets or even, “things we do,” youth, is something that is a part of who we are and remains variable from person to person and era to era.
The topic of youth, unlike ones of preceding interest, was one without readily available answers. It failed to be effectively Googled, archived or even recognized in a regular space and it was in this interval of Anatomy Magazine’s life, where not just creativity, but also introspection demanded to thrive.
This issue prompted certain realizations about myself in how I wake up next to a cell phone, spend the better part of my day in front of a laptop, go grocery shopping with an iPad and talk shit on Facebook. I was challenged in finding good stories: figuring out what was it in this world that moves those of us young in this particular moment, understanding who is in the next wave of movers and shakers, what is it that keeps us up at night, where change in our society can be achieved and why our hearts stir in the face of finding authenticity and meaning.
Simultaneously, I handled the question of what ideas to bring in, and what to leave out. Should the youth issue consist of stories comprised of how much stupid shit we get into under the veil of night? Should I incorporate more stories with benevolent twists? Or dabble, maybe, with a sad undertone? How candid can a commentary on youth get before it gets too honest, and we can no longer look back?
In hindsight, part of me does wish that I took more risks with this issue. Part of me does wish that I had the courage to talk about my best friend’s experience with abusing drugs, the struggles of starting a good band, the plight of maintaining Facebook friendships with people who have drastically varying political ideologies or maybe even the struggles of developing a meaningful relationship with someone in a growing hook-up culture.
These things, regardless, are not what I envisioned for this issue prior to the advent of its release. I wanted to deliver a happier depiction of youth instead, and one that ideologically places the reader in the driver’s seat of a young mind that is focused on the ephemeral. I wanted to spend time highlighting the now – which for many of us happens to be the same time when are anything and everything including young and beautiful. Closing out the year with a story on Australian fashion brand Pete Vs. Toby, a piece about our Editor-at-Large’s experiment with FourLoko, an understanding of the dynamics of authenticity with RocNation’s Hugo, and some perspective on how we value cool, I would say that Anatomy Magazine is closing out this year well. Looking back on my conversation with Mark in March, the shortening days of fall, the struggle in groping for a concept, and the curbed editorial schedule that left us short of two months to work with, the final product has come out beautifully and transitions Anatomy Magazine into 2011 as a title with its own unique poise.
For this issue, you will see some new names on the masthead, and also a new feel for the publication itself. Drawing on different design elements, the closing issue is one to be characterized predominantly by its sense of juxtaposition. Looking back on the complete product, I recognize now that perhaps part of my inspiration was in not just the recording artist, Kanye West, but also the experience I was learning to deal with at the time of this issue’s production: That is, after my best friend and roommate left to go to rehab, figuring out how to rebuild a life for myself when I had not even plates to eat on and a single lamp in the shape of a Beretta to illuminate my living space. I began to realize that in moving away from home, the duality between youth and adult began to blur. I realized that backs can feasibly end up pinned against the unlikeliest of walls and that the irrational fear of the unknown reality beyond the limits of my subjective universe, college, was irrelevant: because reality was already upon me. Thus, it became time to act, and an era of fear proceeded to die.
This is the condition of many youth. Despite opportunities given, time committed, hours passed and a knot in our chest for adventure and excitement, we still have to deal with the realities of our day: for many, much of it involves struggle. For others, it involves a rebound from a shitty situation, and for a few, it demands no rebound at all. Though it would be truly wonderful to paint a romanticized picture of what youth is and disregard everything that we deem “isn’t,” never is anything so easy, because then the entire principle of youth becomes void. Youth to many of us, including myself, my 20-year-old brother Calvin who just started paying his way through school, my friend Hallum who spent some time homeless and my peoples Kathryn, Jesi, Austin & Sheina across town whose house burnt down last year, is about handling adult issues and staying young at heart.
The layout and the presentation of this issue is a testament to this principle, and the people who have upheld it. To the aforementioned few and the unsung many, this is for you. The few stories in this issue, though seemingly modest in relation to interviews with the Clipse, Diplo and other pieces of higher profile, are our greatest. They prompt memory, highlight question, force laughter and demand thought. Most of all, however, they provide the necessary luster to the few moments in between, when we can just think, feel, act and be “stupid fucking young people.”
Without further adieu, I present to you the fourth and final issue in Anatomy Magazine’s first complete volume as a publication, The Youth Issue.
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Signed,
Cliff Brett
Editor In Chief/ Publisher, Anatomy Magazine