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Time Inc., the nation's largest magazine publisher, introduced a new website on Monday that collects articles about do-it-yourself projects and home decor from its magazines and several dozen partner websites, including Apartment Therapy.
The new site, called "The Snug," is aimed at millennials and is part of a Time Inc. strategy to publish digital-only sites that pull in content from a variety of sources.
"Time Inc. is re-imagining the way we curate and deliver content for this highly coveted audience" of millennials, Evelyn Webster, exec VP of Time Inc., said in a statement.
The unearthing of publisher-provocateur Bob Guccione's archives has spawned a documentary and helped resurrect an eminent sci-fi magazine. But one question remains: Can a long-dormant sci-fi magazine from a bygone era really find success in an uncertain future?
A few weeks ago, I posed the question here, "Who Owns Omni?", about the beloved, defunct magazine of the future created and run by Kathy Keeton with significant involvement by her husband Bob Guccione, the founder of Penthouse. The best answer I was able to come up with after talking to past Omni editors and writers, contacting potential current copyright owners, and researching Guccione's personal bankruptcy and General Media's more complicated bond default was: nobody.
The war on print has moved to actual war zones. The Army and Air Force Exchange Service, which operates stores on military bases, announced yesterday that it will permanently stop carrying 891 magazine titles due to low demand. Since modern military bases are equipped with WiFi and allow all sorts of digital devices-iPhones, iPads, Kindles, Android devices, laptops-it's easy for soldiers to read magazines online.
A new kid has arrived on the science journalism block, a monthly magazine named Nautilus: Science Connected. Its first issue, which appeared online on April 29, focuses on a single theme: what does or does not make the human race special.
It uses as an epigraph a 1995 statement from Stephen Hawking, the English physicist and man about the universe: “The human race is just a chemical scum on a moderate-sized planet, orbiting around a very average star in the outer suburb of one among a hundred billion galaxies.”
Besides a couple of dozen articles on that theme, on topics from
Late in February, in the Ryugyong Chung Ju-yung Indoor Stadium, in Pyongyang, North Korea, ten thousand stiff-looking spectators in gray Mao suits gathered to watch a basketball game. Vice Media, the Brooklyn-based company, had arranged to have members of the Harlem Globetrotters—Anthony (Buckets) Blakes, Will (Bull) Bullard, and Alex (Moose) Weekes—play with North Korea’s national team. The company’s cameramen were in the crowd, filming for a weekly news-magazine series, “Vice,” that will air this spring on HBO. Not long before the game started, the crowd, which included the state’s diplomatic and military élite, began to chant “Manse!”—the traditional
In May of 1981, a draft-dodging ex-pat American published his first story in Omni magazine. The event went largely unremarked. After all, Ronald Reagan was just a few months in office then, and that was either awesome or terrible, depending on your viewpoint, plus that was the same month the Pope got shot! Which is why we now have a Popemobile! But there at your local newsstand, or, if you were lucky (or your parents were generous), there in your mailbox in the plain brown wrapper, William Gibson's "Johnny Mnemonic" saw print.
So I was checking out the skin mags at the newsstand the other day. Hey, it's part of my job! And I didn't actually open any of them—honest! But I did notice something interesting.
Sex sells. If it bleeds, it leads. There is value to shock—you don't have to be slinging dirt for TMZ to understand that. Some of the most controversial images ever printed didn't land on Penthouse or Hustler (though who can forget that lady-in-the-meat-grinder illustration?) but instead graced the covers of respected newsweeklies like Time and Newsweek, and magazines like Rolling Stone.
It's hard to believe it's already been four years since Barack Obama—stylized as an al-Qaeda terrorist—fist-bumped a machine-gun-toting, Afro-and-fatigues-adorned First Lady Michelle on the cover of The New Yorker.
After more than a half-century as a Chicago-based institution, Playboy magazine is packing up for the West Coast.
Executives confirmed Tuesday that the magazine's editorial, art and photo departments will be based out of the company's Los Angeles office by May of next year.
"Some of the magazine's Chicago employees have been asked to relocate, while others have been asked to stay on in Chicago to ensure a seamless transition," Playboy spokeswoman Theresa Hennessey said in a statement.
No final decisions have been made about other departments located at Playboy's Chicago headquarters,