The Book of Husk Magazine
Husk Magazine showed up in the mail. In the thank-you note, they mentioned that every photograph of a naked or half-naked person in the entire issue is dedicated to this blog. I read that twice.
It’s a print magazine out of southern Germany—fashion, art, music, culture—the kind of thing that still believes magazines are worth making. Lucy Carr-Ellison shot it, Luke Byrne, Katjana Frisch from Munich. The writing is strong: Manuel Link, Katharina Schwaiger, Ulrich Schippke. Black and white pages moving through the fashion capitals, Darth Vader in there somewhere, cut-out faces, boys at pianos. Underneath it all is this simple thesis—fashion equals desire equals sexuality. Hard to disagree.
What matters about Husk is that it’s actually made. Not content, not scaled, not optimized. Just: here is something beautiful and they gave a shit making it. Photography that’s real, writing that’s real, paper you can hold. Getting a note saying they dedicated photographs to this blog felt ridiculous and flattering at the same time—the kind of gesture that lands because there’s genuine work underneath it. Some crew in southern Germany spent time thinking about this, and they thought of this notebook, and they wanted to do something kind. That’s why anyone still makes magazines.