
Focusing on local has become the mantra among the food and drink industry, but I was buoyed to see an independent magazine publisher take the same route recently.
You may have missed it (you certainly will if you don’t live in south London), but the New London Review hit the streets only a couple of weeks ago.
This magazine-sized glossy monthly covers south London with a focus on Brixton, Streatham and Clapham. Its editorial team will have a tough task marrying up these demographically diverse areas.
For those who have never been near SW2, 12, or 16, Streatham has that ‘off-tube’ feel you get with a places off London’s subterranean transport network – herds of buses chugging up the high street pavements bustling with that strange friction you get when pedestrians are forced to share the same space despite having wildly different degrees of urgency.
Brixton is a curious mixture of ethnic markets, grand Victorian housing stock in various states of (dis)repair, cheery crackheads and media professionals looking for a bit of ‘edge’ in their home neighbourhood.
Clapham is stuffed full of affluent, young-ish professionals, most of whom would be quite happy never to venture beyond the strip of upmarket bars and restaurants scrabbling for pavement space in the half-mile between Clapham North and Clapham Common tube stops.
So what is the first issue of the New London Review offering this mish mash of South London denizens?
First, fairly high-profile bylines. ‘How to lose friends and alienate people’ author Toby Young gives his thoughts on education. Former Culture Secretary James Purnell gets a DPS on neighbourhood activism.
Food features highly. Chic café owner Rosie Lovell gets interviewed on her new venture in Brixton. Clapham chef Adam Byatt gets to plug both his restaurant and new book. There is even a short story about meat by Jonathan Cooper.
Issues-based journalism too. Blogger Jason Cobb gets four pages to write about local politics.
This is high-brow stuff for a local mag and the production values are excellent too. The editorial team has gone for portraits rather than photos on picture bylines and the front cover is a fabulous piece of pop art based on West Norwood High Street. The design values are excellent throughout and the whole thing reminded me of the FT Weekend magazine.
The introductory offer is 10 issues for a tenner (as supposed to a £2 cover price at the news stand) and it seems like a bargain.
As crappy, free, ad-vehicle print titles spring up like weeds, I wish the publishers of this plucky, focused, well put together little mag the best of luck.