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Giles Duley visits Sandwich Royal club with the two things that are not allowed, women and dogs


Cool Moon Rising no, they went of their own accord


Closed Circuit cant afford good clubs? So steal them…

Spiros Politis is always dreaming about the weekend


Miscellany of the best design and imagery from issue #4

/ putt mutt /

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Our exposé of the British Open’s outdated dogma included us having a pop at an infamous rule the Kent club followed about ladies and canines not being allowed on the course. It was a red flag to the bulls in the office and I remember not having much to do with it past the initial idea. I do remember Mike spending days in his office looking at piles of casting books for page three models and having visits from almost every man in the offices during the process. The pup’s name was Rocky.
Giles Duley, who was hired to take the photograph, was gaining great reputation as a music photographer at the time but had begun to turn his attention towards more traditional photojournalism.
In contrast to the hellish worlds he was about to enter, this shoot must have seemed like a Carry On… movie.

/ mattia zoppellaro /

No Cheese

When the six foot six Italian photographer Mattia Zoppellaro first came to our Docklands office to show us his portfolio after moving to London, he was wearing a full length trench-coat, baggy surplus fatigues and a pair of 16 hole black marching boots. His portfolio contained the work he had done for Bennetton’s Colors magazine in Italy and a collection of gritty black and white portraits he had taken of unsuspecting people using the underground in Milan.
The work was brilliant and, I thought, perfect for Bogey so we immediately commissioned him to take portraits of a gang of golfers who were renowned, not for their handicaps but, for hitting drivers further than anyone else. When approached by Mattia at the course he was still wearing his fatigues and overcoat and the big hitters were wary. Mattia set up the shoot and the first subject stepped up with a cheesy grin on his face. “Don’t smile!” Mattia barked, “Why not?” the confused subject asked. “Because I don’t want you to” said Mattia. That’s my boy!.

/ closed circuit /

Nicked.

My ever increasing search not to make our product reviews look like run-of-the-mill studio shot glossy advertorials ended up with ever more ‘off-the-wall’ methodologies being used. For this six page golf club review we used stills from CCTV footage that Gini Helie shot at a shoe shop in Covent Garden to emulate people stealing the clubs.

/ dreaming off course /

One of the best things about finding new photographers who are starting out and finding a name for themselves is that they are not yet settled in a formulaic way of working but are bouncing fresh ideas and visions around in the excitement of their youthful creativity. Some of those photographers, like Spiros Politis, are lucky enough never to lose that freshness through time.

/ cool moon rising /

In Jamaica.

Our young fashion editor Sarah Bentley was learning fast from the old hacks around her in the office and decided to pitch a story at us that involved travelling with her friend, photographer Debbie Bragg, to Jamaica to sample the delights of a resort that was pushing itself as a haven for golfers. The angle was that the locals were the ones keeping the greens in order rather than actually playing them.

/ green & pleasant land /

The Green & Pleasant Land

Photography & styling Amelia Gregory
Models: Branko & Tarek
Shot at Stoke-By-Nayland Golf Club

/ a miscellany /

A smorgasbord of pages from the fourth issue of Bogey including:

  • A marvellous portrait of Dennis Hopper by pencil pushing Paul Willoughby, who joined up with Danny & Rob when we folded to make Little White Lies magazine before forming Human After All.
  • Ryan Wallace‘s amazing illustrations for an article about the professional gambler Amarillo Slim.

Herringfleet Mill

Back when I was a kid before I discovered punk rock, the family drove to this wonderful place a lot. I would chase grasshoppers and throw flea darts at my brother, dad birdwatched across the wetlands through his U-boat binoculars and mum would sit down and rest after carrying the picnic all the way from the car through the woods, over stiles and down to the riverside on her own. There was usually a whole roast chicken on a plate wrapped in tin foil and we all had our own plates and cutlery too.

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Snape Maltings

The fact that a world famous homosexual composer of opera came from my home town frequently gives me pleasure and optimism. Like The Borough’s Aldeburgh fisherman Peter Grimes, Benjamin Britten also sought solace from all the wagging tongues and pointed fingers.
In 1966 he found it just up the river Alde at Snape in a disused maltings complex that within a year he had expensively converted into a purpose-built concert hall in which he and his lover, singer Peter Peers, could hang out in privacy whilst rehearsing, developing and performing new works. The hugely popular Aldeburgh festival has been held here since its completion in 1967.

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