This Fall-Winter REVS is back with four glossy covers for its 22nd issue release. The Truth Be Told issue explores what is true to us, to you and all of us together. We feature a series of contributors portraying different visions of truth and lack of as well as interviews with Burc Akyol, Barbara Sanchez-Kane, Doublet’s mastermind Masayuki Ino, Petar Petrov and special features with Ninamounah, Florence Mann and so much more

THE TRUTH by Federico Cabrera, editor in chief and creative director, R E V S.

Truth itself would escape me if I dare define it. What could I possibly say that will make truth true?
Is it left, or right? Is it before, or after? Is it love, or is it hate?

The truth can be found when you know she is there. Even a lie can be truthful when conceived to deceive. But its consequential meaning could reveal, that the intention to lie was the most truthful act. It can spark a heart to a beat, or end it all by skipping it. Truth is our subject, chosen for one reason among many, one reason each day since the day I chose truth. Let me share with you the story of why I choose the theme of truth for the 22nd issue of our magazine. 

You, the protagonist of truth. Ageless, old, young, immortal or just born. You are all and none. There is only one constant truth in you, you are alive. Your life can and will change directions so many times, up, down and up again, it is an inexplicable mess. Is it about you, or was it all about her? or him, and them, and us. You know, life. In all its sense and none of it, there is truth. We might not see it or even hear it, but we know it is there, escaping us and overwhelming us all at the same time.

During these last couple of years, I started a new relationship with the truth that I hadn’t experienced in the past. This time, it wasn’t about knowing, denying or seeking it. This time it was constantly revealed by the crudeness of loss.  The loss of time, the loss of love and loved ones. The loss of freedom, the loss of hope, the loss of answers, and how loss can give you the most truthful moments, and if so lucky,  for just a moment. 

As we spent this last couple of years, confined and squeezed, yet distant. I felt time running out for truth. I could feel others and their ticking clocks through walls and screens. Through masks,  I saw the irritation of a breathless voice and the impotence of an erased smile. I felt alone like never before, and I felt part of something larger than I have ever been a part of. 

Truth be told, in all that was lost, I found privacy; I found silence; I found the space to look for meaning in the innumerable ideas sold, as the banners read “we are one”. Do we truly know that for a fact? Imagine... right? Then, seeing you from a distance, I saw how we, though apart, did it all together. How we hurt each other, helped each other, saved each other, loved each other, lied to each other, taught each other and, of course, missed each other. We need each other to make mistakes; we need each other to see them. Without each other, we are just not going to make it. 

We’re all that each other has, and that is the truth.

Truth itself would escape me if I dare define it. What could I possibly say that will make truth true?
Is it left, or right? Is it before, or after? Is it love, or is it hate?

The truth can be found when you know she is there. Even a lie can be truthful when conceived to deceive. But its consequential meaning could reveal, that the intention to lie was the most truthful act. It can spark a heart to a beat, or end it all by skipping it. Truth is our subject, chosen for one reason among many, one reason each day since the day I chose truth. Let me share with you the story of why I choose the theme of truth for the 22nd issue of our magazine. 

You, the protagonist of truth. Ageless, old, young, immortal or just born. You are all and none. There is only one constant truth in you, you are alive. Your life can and will change directions so many times, up, down and up again, it is an inexplicable mess. Is it about you, or was it all about her? or him, and them, and us. You know, life. In all its sense and none of it, there is truth. We might not see it or even hear it, but we know it is there, escaping us and overwhelming us all at the same time.

During these last couple of years, I started a new relationship with the truth that I hadn’t experienced in the past. This time, it wasn’t about knowing, denying or seeking it. This time it was constantly revealed by the crudeness of loss.  The loss of time, the loss of love and loved ones. The loss of freedom, the loss of hope, the loss of answers, and how loss can give you the most truthful moments, and if so lucky,  for just a moment. 

As we spent this last couple of years, confined and squeezed, yet distant. I felt time running out for truth. I could feel others and their ticking clocks through walls and screens. Through masks,  I saw the irritation of a breathless voice and the impotence of an erased smile. I felt alone like never before, and I felt part of something larger than I have ever been a part of. 

Truth be told, in all that was lost, I found privacy; I found silence; I found the space to look for meaning in the innumerable ideas sold, as the banners read “we are one”. Do we truly know that for a fact? Imagine... right? Then, seeing you from a distance, I saw how we, though apart, did it all together. How we hurt each other, helped each other, saved each other, loved each other, lied to each other, taught each other and, of course, missed each other. We need each other to make mistakes; we need each other to see them. Without each other, we are just not going to make it. 

We’re all that each other has, and that is the truth.