Malte Called It Right

Malte Christensen—freelance designer, Berlin, sometime collaborator at aperto—wrote something about this journal on his site that made me sit up a little straighter. He called it, translating loosely, just fucking excellent, while gently mourning the fact that it wasn’t the store-brand label of a supermarket chain. He found it super authentic. Said it takes a stance on trashy and borderline subjects. I’m not immune to flattery. Nobody is.

Two things came to mind immediately. One: I owe Malte a badminton game, suggested once, never followed through on. Two: I’ve been neglecting the sex content on here, which is a genuine editorial failing. Where did the weekly SuicideGirls feature go? I need to go find out.

So: Malte, this one’s for you. Send all my haters to your comments section to bash me for a while—I’ll get back to what actually matters.