Mountains’ began in Brooks Reynolds’ van; the kind of vehicle that had veteran status- clocking in more miles than it could bear and mapping out both coasts of the great Americas before it had any rightful say in the matter. On his seven week journey, Brooks salvaged the stoic beauty of lost Americana, not only in the magnificence of it’s peaks and valleys, but in the powerful stories hiding behind the eyes of it’s people. This photographic expedition soon turned into his own personal Everest and a wellspring from which a community of people collaborated to bring Mountains, the magazine- into fruition.
The Mountains aesthetic finds it’s roots in simplicity. The ninety-six bound pages of smooth paper serve as a canvass for the magical illustrations of Jackie Musial, for the poetic prose of Trevor Walroth, the collision of compassion and skate culture as orchestrated by the great Rob Dyer and for the compass that leads you to the foot of your own adventure.
We now pass it on to you. This is Mountains, a space to celebrate the artists, dreamers and misfits who have obliterated the finite box through which we see our world, who have taken the roads never-travelled and found a way to prevail despite all rules and better judgment, this is a place where art, innovation and humanity meet. As we continue, there will be perils of peaks and summits in front of us while print prematurely waves it’s white flag of defeat; we dutifully embark on a campaign to revive it as a medium unlike any other. We invite you to join us, we’re on our way up from here. The Mountains are calling.