Writing an editorial doesn’t mean much else other than expressing a certain feeling. But while finishing this issue I began to feel free. OK, maybe that too is an illusion. Who believes in freedom anymore?
It’s too passé, too far gone, too naïve, or whatever. We look only to survive, whether we’re old, young, rich, poor, lucky or unlucky. There are no more illusions in the balmy winter of global warming.
People around me believe in money, art, disasters, apocalypses, drugs, philosophers, parties, music, sometimes politics, or even in love, but not in freedom. So why do I feel free, maybe for the first time in my life?
For this summer issue — the 40th anniversary of the summer of love — why did I want to do interviews about freedom? Sexual liberators like Betony Vernon, experimenters like the American artist Richard Prince, dark stars like the poetic designer Alexander…