Foundation Launch
Presenting "Foundation" at the Peckham Pacers' 7@7 involved a rainy 7km run through Burgess Park, ending with a zine presentation and Jubel beers at Nola.
The first printed volume of Track&Record unpacks the history and myth of the city of Rome through the lens of the author’s preparation and participation in the race. Each zine comes with a sticker pack and it’s been labeled by hand. Designed and printed in London.
Racing against racism
We’ve witnessed many moments at the Paris Olympics this year that will remain iconic in the future. However, it’s sometimes good to travel to the past to remember that some victories have taken longer than four years to achieve.
Mexico City Olympics, October 16, 1968: American athletes John Carlos and Tommie Smith take gold and bronze medals in the men’s 200m track final. As they stand on the podium to receive their medals, they bow their heads and raise their fists, each covered by a black glove, while the National Anthem plays.
But there is even richer symbolism in this moment in history: they removed their shoes and wore black socks to represent poverty, and their jackets were unzipped to show solidarity with blue-collar workers.
Even the Australian Peter Norman, who came in second, was also wearing the Olympic Project for Human Rights badge. Yet, the crowd booed the athletes as they came down from the podium.
The race for inclusion is still ongoing, and despite the promise of unity the Olympic Games may represent, inclusion and equality start at home. It can be through protesting or raising your voice, but symbols and stories also have the power to do so.
Alex Zono
Swung by yesterday to have a look atcollection and had a lovely chat with Alex himself. Lovely to see running projects that bring a fresh perspective into the sport, focusing more on stories and emotions over numbers and performance.
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Two weeks ago, I traveled to Trento (Northern Italy) to join my friend Elena to a small invitational 52km run around the mountains that celebrates trail running in its purest form. The event embraces a “we-don’t-give-a-shit-about-pace-and-time” attitude, keeping it small and local (I guess I was the intruder) and bringing in some cool punk bands for the after party.
Interestingly, my watch died after 34km or so, and it almost felt like it had to be that way. No measures, no numbers, no track, no maps, no real finish line—just running.
Also, my phone, who was in one of the vest pockets got unlocked and a set of black pictures and videos where I can hear my steps and my breathing were randomly taken.Full story coming soon, here are some off-race snaps.
