While I was in Stockholm last week I met a new friend, something I love doing, Wolfie. Like myself Wolfie has lived all over the damn planet and currently works and lives in Brooklyn for some of your favourite streetwear brands as a designer. After a number of beers we started talking about what inspires us to work and so, and after I ranted about music we got on the topic of magazines, and of course, how the majority of them are just plain shit, nothing but spineless advertorial driven wastes of paper that, and even though some of them call themselves “men’s” magazine only cater to the über-gay fashion editor or david beckham wannabe’s that recently discovered Bathing Ape. The next day Wolfie rolls back to the booth at the trade show and drops a stack of magazines on the table - basically he went out and recently found a stack of old 1960s to 1970s men’s magazine at a yard sale. The magazines were amazing, no frills, just plain men’s stuff, content even Playboy is too PC ( yawn… ) to print. Naked beautiful women, cigarettes & booze, how to grow the right beard, classic cars and so on. The best thing about them though was the fact that the editors of the time weren’t even trying to be real dudes, they were probably just regular dudes writing about and presenting the things they are into the way they are. Sometimes ( most of the times ) I am just bored talking about all the PC shit in the world, design this, art that, fashion here and new electronics there, fuck, just give me a break and show me some cool uncomplicated shit, the day I figure out how to use a computer I’ll shoot myself and no, I drive stick and drink beer. Anyway, rant over, enjoy the pics of a real men’s magazine.

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