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A Word from the Creative DirectorOctober 14, 2013

A Word from the Creative Director

Artwork by Felix Girard

Artwork by Felix Girard

Readers,

It has been three years. Of you and us here, like this, together.

At this point in time, I am aware that it has been a journey but in my mind, it feels like no time at all.

It’s almost time for Halloween and I decided to deviate from my preferred path of featuring the contemporary gothic oil paintings and illustrations I have featured regularly in our previous fall issues. Instead, we have painstakingly commissioned drawings in charcoal and pencils by Polish artist Andrezj Masianis, and Singaporean graphic designer and artist May Lim. I fell in love with the whimsical almost caricature like creations of Luisa Kelle and she was kind enough to share some of her most enchanting pieces with us.

As I write this, a particular memory from three years ago tugs at my heart. When my longtime friend and Editor in Chief Maryam Piracha and I envisioned this journal, we hoped it would be a seamless blend of The New Yorker and Vogue. It should come as no surprise that those are our favorite publications respectively. It did however come as a surprise (to me) that here at the other end of our now three years doing this together, we were fortunate enough to be one of the two magazines who received Pulitzer winning author, Jhumpa Lahiri’s unpublished manuscript in order to run an excerpt from her Booker Prize shortlisted book ‘The Lowland’. The second magazine was The New Yorker.

And then it got better, Pakistan’s top Fashion Journalist Zurain Imam came across The Missing Slate, as the only man in the industry in this country whose opinion trumps all others; his thoughts are presented here.

Our online store is bustling with activity. Keep watching the “aisles” for a range of merchandise.

With a lot of love,

Moeed Tariq
Creative Director

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One last love letter...

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It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at maryamp@themissingslate.com.

Farewell, fam! It’s been quite a ride.

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