Issue One of Port still feels to me, 15 years after launching, electric - a document of blind enthusiasm held together by instinct rather than infrastructure. When we launched in 2011, there was no safety net. No investment, no guarantees - just a monthly oscillation between conviction and quiet panic. Only later did advertisers begin to circle, and with them came a degree of steadiness. Eventually.
What we were attempting - a conversation between design, literature, taste and style - wasn’t entirely without precedent, but it felt, at the time, oddly unclaimed territory. There was something of Esquire’s late-60s bravado in the mix, a willingness to let strong voices carry the pages; a touch, too, of Nova’s editorial curiosity, its refusal to stay in one lane; and perhaps a distant echo of National Geographic, in the sense that reportage and image-making were treated as equal acts of discovery.
The design by
@mrwilley and
@kucharswara struck a balance I still admire: pared back, but never polite - graphic without shouting. It gave the magazine a sense of permanence, of being something to keep.
@brigittelacombe ’s portrait of Day-Lewis on the cover helped too.
And then there were the contributors. Jon Snow, Robert Hughes,
@samanthamorton - voices you didn’t expect to find sharing the same space - alongside Daniel Day-Lewis reporting from Gaza and timeless fashion shoots by
@dstjohnjames . Will Self contributed one of his finest short stories, while
@robinbeebee and
@fredericlagrange turned their lenses on the poetry of objects and landscapes, from intimate still lifes to the vastness of Greenland. Elsewhere,
@margarethowellltd wrote on the duffle coat with characteristic precision, and
@marcusdusautoy on the beauty of mathematics. I had a long lunch with our Food Editor Fergus Henderson
@st.john.restaurant ...
At that point, Port was a quarterly. Now, as a biannual, the rhythm is slower, more deliberate. But looking back, I’m struck by the simplicity of that debut: the watercolours, the subtle nod to Swiss modernism, and the unspoken truth that we were inventing the rules as we went.
It shows. And that’s precisely why I still love it.