Huck Issue 63

Huck is inspired by DIY culture, featuring people who make you think, who challenge the system, who strike out on their own. Packed with intelligent journalism and stunning photography, it covers the people and the places that are shaping culture all over the world.

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A t what point in our lives do we stop talking about ‘dreams’ and instead fixate on ‘fantasies’? Dreamland is a pure and freeing space where anything is possible. Fantasyland, we’re told, is quite the opposite. It’s a no-man’s-land of disbelief. A place to be relegated when your hopes are too big, your imagination too wild, your visions unfit for reality. It’s a hostile purgatory soundtracked by sniggers and jeers, inhabited by torsos with ‘their head in the clouds’ who float around aimlessly with no direction or purpose – while the real pragmatists, ‘two feet firmly on the ground’, get on with the hard job of living. But where’s the fun in that? Where would we be without sky-high dreams and transcendental desires? What’s the point in a ‘reality check’ when the…

furry nation

AT CONVENTIONS ACROSS America, thousands of people from all walks of life converge to celebrate a broad but oddly specific interest. They wear custom-made badges and fursuits that project a chosen animal identity: foxes and deers and every manner of mythical hybrid. It makes for a parade of colour that spills in all sorts of directions. There are panels to attend and workshops to take part in; some come for the art, others just want to rave. To outsiders, this world can seem sordid. Mainstream media has consistently portrayed the fur community as fetishistic – a weird, kinky world where people watch cartoon porn and have sex in large, elaborate animal costumes. Perhaps unsurprisingly, then, ‘furs’ tend to be secretive and wary of attention. There are so many facets to the subculture…

ready to rumble

AT A HAUNTED HOTEL in Dudley, an old industrial town 10 miles west of Birmingham, members of the Pro Wrestling Subjective crew are busy setting up for a show. It’s in the same hall occasionally used for seances – a decaying sense of grandeur reflected in its sweeping red curtains, paisley carpet and budget chandeliers. There’s an endearing, homespun innocence to the whole set-up that feels far removed from the glamour of the professional ranks. Anyone who’s reserved a ticket (£7 per person, £10 for a spot at the front) has their name taped to the red-and-gold chairs that have been set out by volunteers. As organiser Steve Hannah finalises the music for each wrestler’s entrance, his mum decks out a stall with merchandise themed around his pirate alter-ego Steve Valentino –…

stefani nurding

It’s lunchtime at a bustling café in London’s Somerset House when Stefani Nurding rocks up carrying two skateboards. She’s dressed down in a green fleece and dark trousers, though the dyed hair, winged eyeliner and black acrylic nails make her hard to miss. Stef is a pro skater and model known for a distinctive style that mixes traditional skatewear with a pink, ’90s-influenced aesthetic: she can often be seen shredding in pink fur and tulle skirts. But in a sport dominated by men, it’s about more than just self-expression. Sometimes she’ll deliberately use that hyper-feminine side to silence “misogynistic wankers” as she skates in front of them. Most of the time, however, Stef is refreshingly diplomatic about shaking up the skate industry’s outdated preconceptions – encouraging more women to try skating while…

japanese radiohead

Radiohead fans like to debate exactly what the song ‘Videotape’ is about. Its wistful, trembling sound concludes 2007’s In Rainbows, slowly peeling apart until all that’s really left is a series of indelible piano chords and Thom Yorke’s near-isolated falsetto. It’s one of their finest moments, even if its meaning is somewhat opaque. Some argue that it’s written from the perspective of a dying man saying goodbye to his family. Others believe that it’s a lover contemplating the end of a relationship. But one of the more intriguing takes on the song is that it’s about a memory; a brief section of time so inexpressibly perfect that the speaker, whoever they may be, wants to capture it forever: a ‘videotape moment’. For Yasuko Otani, these kind of moments happen a lot. Since…

mods, skins & lowriders

LATE ONE BALMY August night in 2016, Owen Harvey stood outside Manhattan’s Bryant Park, nervously awaiting an encounter that would determine the next three months. Back in England, the photographer had spent the previous five years documenting two stylish subcultures – mods and skinheads – that exist outside of time. It had taken countless hours of developing contacts, earning trust and spending all his money on film. Now he was trying to pull off something similar in America via the Lunatic Lowriders: a heavily tattooed community built around cruising vintage cars. But after saving up to fly over – the 26-yearold’s first major trip abroad – they hadn’t returned his calls until two weeks in, when he was directed towards midtown Manhattan at the last minute. An hour of waiting went…