LIGHTER BUT DEEPER

If you’ve ever started a biz with a friend, you’ll know the trajectory: loveful and trusting at first, followed by some sort of gloomy adolescence before it collapses in a welter of sorrow.

In the summer of 2013 I was working as the writer, editor and photo editor of Stab magazine, a print title I’d started in 2003 with my friend Sam McIntosh. (We’d start the online version, stabmag.com, a few years later.)

I’d cashed out of the biz a few years before 2013 but had stayed on as master and commander of a little ship that, while apparently influential in a cultural sense, rarely sold more