Northern Sole: A Visit to the New Balance Factory
There’s a salt tang in the air when you step off the train at Flimby. Even in summer, the Cumbrian coast can feel remote, like a place that’s trying not to be found. It’s just a short trip down the road to our destination, past green fields trimmed by dry stone walls and the occasional sheep who looks up at your arrival with mild suspicion. You’re not quite in the Lake District, but the romance of it still clings to the edges of things.
We’re here to see trainers.
In the Studio with Jackson Joyce
“It’s a bit embarrassing,” says Jackson Joyce, “but I have this drawing from when I was a child where I’d written that I wanted to be a painter when I grew up. I guess I’ve always gravitated towards it. I could never imagine doing anything else with my life.”
On a breezy summer morning, we meet Joyce at his studio in Brooklyn, light and spacious with exposed floorboards and rows of the artist’s paintings propped and hung on the clean white walls. We’re greeted by his rescue dog, Freddie, “he looks like a cartoon,” says Joyce with a chuckle. Spindly limbs, a shock of white fur and little dark eyes.
Product in Focus
The Revue: Lucia Bell-Epstein
