Posts Tagged ‘Buck’

Buck Launch Party: It starts here!

November 6, 2008
Bucks fashion team parties hard

Buck's fashion team parties hard

Buck magazine is finally on sale now.

Having pushed staid men’s monthly, Arena out of the bigger Tesco shops, the magazine run by Steve Doyle who has no previous publishing experience but a whole lot of love and clearly quite some cash, is ready to take over the world!

Bucks first issue, November 2008

Buck's first issue, November 2008

On Wednesday, I went to the multi-floored House of St Barnabas-in-Soho, on Greek street for the launch party. Orange-haired French hairdresser to the stars, Charlie Le Mindu (check out his website – it’s awesome!) held a short-lived pop-up salon.

The light was bad so he decided not to cut or shave but style, which was good enough for his clients.

See below for his re-styling of Sonya’s fiery barnet.

When Charlie met Sonia

When Charlie met Sonya

It’s great to see that in a climate that has seen monthly glossies drained of advertising money even pre-recession, that a former finance dude who just loves Japanese and good food is determined to make a new monthly work.

Good luck Buck!


BUCK magazine – food, fashion and furniture and free drinks

September 28, 2008
Mathew Brindle shoots for Buck

Mathew Brindle shoots for Buck

Every fortnight, the new monthly men’s magazine, BUCK (to be launched end of October) hosts a little end-of-week party, with drinks and nibbles.

I’d heard lots about the mag, but had never been to their east end offices (off Roman Road, E2) so, since the weather was nice, hopped on over.

I’m really excited about the mag, and am totally kicking myself for not going for a job there when another friend of mine who works there (Holly Falconer, pic editor) mentioned its launch back in May.

Anyway, after too much white wine in east London, discussing squats, designer hair-cuts in Berlin/Paris/London nightclubs, how I was going to write a book about people who suck ‘scenes’ dry til thier dead and drunken collaboration between myself and the Observer’s War and Crime correspondent about a lawyer who was sent to Iraq for 6 months I’d met at a Claridge‘s dinner last week, cycled home.

There I re-grouped (with myself), bought some snacks and headed to the Curzon Soho for the second in its new MIDNIGHT MOVIE screenings.