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Time Out’s art director on orchestrating an illustrated love letter to London for its latest print issue

Throughout the cover commissioning process, Bryan was faced with a perhaps even more overwhelming prospect: how do you orchestrate a finale for 54 years in print? Whereas The London Uprising marks the end of a chapter for Time Out, Bryan points out that half the battle is keeping an eye on the next one. “Although Time Out is ending its regular print magazine, the brand and its mission are going nowhere. All of the fun, informative and visually compelling content the print magazine has always been known for will now continue in digital form. So we wanted these final covers, and the whole issue, to be really positive and forward-looking,” showing “that it was – to some extent – ​​business as usual”. While solving the problem, Bryan was also designing a brand new daily email – launched just two days later. The London Uprising went to print – then completed the first-ever digital cover shoot of Time Out this afternoon in Stoke Newington.

The London Uprising also meant that Bryan had to do what most art directors can only dream of in this lifetime:[ing] a pocket full of blank checks to commission who the hell I wanted (within reason!). As expected, this resulted in a gigantic amount of orders; In addition to the four cover artists, Time Out worked with Jimmy Turrell, Eynon Jones, Toby Triumph and Kezia Gabriella for the issue’s features.

If you haven’t spotted a copy of The London Uprising into the wild (find out where to pick up a copy here), in this issue you can expect love letters to London from writers and comics, plus a summer guide and insight into how our city is regenerating. On the cover, Lakwena imagines London as a paradise, Hassan Hajjaj illustrates London through friend and local, Blaize, Hackney Dave sees London as an ever-changing organic entity, while Kris Andrew Small sums up the energy, the color, the mess and the beauties.

As for us, we’re just hoping Bryan’s inbox gets some respite soon: “My God, the amount of emails I’ve had to send. Back and forth,” says the artistic director. “I can’t type anymore. That’s why I dictate this to the editor lying on a lounge chair.”