Amateurs crushed by the weight of contemporary conventions have found refuge in our columns. These are devised by them, for them. And the contributors stick their heads out in the process, progressively shedding journalistic decorum that commands that one keeps one’s distance from one’s topic. Everyone switches to “I” in this issue; no one spares the first person. It’s a risk to take, a kind of experiment. A Petri dish. In the beginning, there’s nothing to see, you have to let it operate its magic. You have to take an interest in the inconspicuous, in what isn’t spotlighted by the fashion system, to strive to bring to light what is stirring in the shadows instead. That’s what is involved. That’s “it”. For sure.