Hello Goldies –I like to take a circuitous route when I write, so it may take a while to get to the point of this newsletter. Bear with me! According to the statistics I’m old. I ramble. Some would dare to suggest I should put my feet up and wait to shuffle off this mortal coil. Instead, I invite you on a short journey back to May 1980. I was fifteen with my first real boyfriend, lilac hair and endless questions about who I was going to become and how I wanted my life to be. Along came The Face and I felt as if it had all the answers. The Boyfriend worked a half–day on Thursdays – remember when shops were open 5.5 days a week? We would hang around the Megastore on Tottenham Court Road, sometimes buying music but more-often-than-not just being subcultural. We were early adopters of whatever tribe sprung up in those days; capricious, never wedded to one particular movement. The Face shared that eclectic creative world vision. The Face reflected the way I wanted to be when I grew up but which, at fifteen, I could only be on Thursday afternoons and Saturday nights. Back home in the ‘burbs we shared our copies of The Face with less fortunate friends in the hope that we would influence them to be a bit braver, have better musical taste, and look more like the fluid crowd we wanted to be part of.
Nick Logan started The Face in 1980 – apparently on an instinctual hunch – as a creatively led magazine that he would want to read. One that handled youth culture with the same respect in quality of paper, print, editorial and photography as the Glossies did high fashion.
Fast forward to late 2017, I am fifty-three, I am on my second marriage, have (IMHO) boring-hair and the same endless questions about who I am going to become and how I want my life to be. I need a Face Magazine in my life to reflect the eclectic vision of timeless ageing I see all around me; a quality magazine I want to read, one that treats ageing-culture with the same excitement in it’s presentation as the Glossies do with high fashion, and the kind of writing that makes me crave the next issue.
Publications for ‘old-people’ aren’t shouting about the issues I care about. They look numbingly soul-destroyingly insipid. And there appears to be a gender split – with magazines firmly in male or female camps – which doesn’t reflect the life I live. I love men – at times I have even gone as far to say the unsayable; “I am not a Feminist”. I get bloody irritated with a certain section of society that espouses the view that Male is bad Female good. When did we become so polarised? Why isn’t there a magazine that looks totally amazing and explores the questions that make both sexes want to run around shouting Nicky-Knacky-Noo, isn’t life grand, not over!?
Well, luckily Goldie Magazine is steaming towards it’s first print launch in (drum roll please) April. As an editorial team we have divergent and convergent opinions and we are aiming to reflect the diversity of our modern lives. There may well be issues which lean more in one direction than another, which I anticipate will upset the equilibrium on occasion, but on the plus side, will spark debate. We believe the world is ready for Goldie. It is all very exciting and we really can’t wait to see who will share our vision of ageing.
And will we break a few rules? Yes.
Will we present our writers in the best way possible? Yes.
Will we inspire our readers to be curious/questioning? Yes.
Are we aiming to be The Face for our generation? Hell YES!
Are you ready for us?
Resident Goldie Provocateur
Rebecca Weef-Smith xx