There was no space for Sport&Style

In this guest post, Sport & Style’s founding editor Nik Howe suggests that the magazine’s demise was inevitable.

Far be it from me to piss on the grave of Sport&Style, I am genuinely disappointed to have this Fairfax magazine insert depart the domestic media landscape, partly because it was the one Australian men’s magazine that didn’t reinforce a macho and sexiest attitude or have (male) tits on the cover, but mostly because of the talented staff that remained there after my departure and who continued to produce an excellent publication.  

But it didn’t bode well from the outset. In the month of our launch [March 2009], Arena – a 22-year-old British bastion of gentleman’s publishing – finally called it a day rather than die of old age and a month later, Maxim, a former employer of mine and one of the original purveyors of tits and arse, had gone as crude and rude as it could go.

I, too, was also starting to realise that the words sport and style were not happy bedfellows here in Australia. Yes, internationally, David Beckham advertised underpants and Roger Federer wore one of the world’s most expensive watches on his wrist, but Australia’s biggest sporting star, Ricky Ponting, endorsed motor oil and with nowhere near the same panache that Cristiano Ronaldo does for Castrol.

Subscribe to keep reading

Join Mumbrella Pro to access the Mumbrella archive and read our premium analysis of everything under the media and marketing umbrella.

Subscribe

Get the latest media and marketing industry news (and views) direct to your inbox.

Sign up to the free Mumbrella newsletter now.

"*" indicates required fields

 

SUBSCRIBE

Sign up to our free daily update to get the latest in media and marketing.