Fred Dodgson

2 months ago | huckmag.com | Dorrell Merritt |Fred Dodgson |Robert Kazandjian |Catherine Jones

On 5th May 1991, Channel 4’s continuity announcer made a dramatic play for viewers: promoting a new show in a single breath. “We’ve brought you Sumo. Now, hold your breath. Kabaddi comes to Channel 4 – one of Asia's most popular sports. No goals, no nets, no balls, but a lot of puff. Join the spectacular action. Kabaddi tonight at six, on 4. It’ll take your breath away.” And, exhale. It was, very likely, the first time the word “Kabaddi” had been uttered on British TV.

2 months ago | huckmag.com | Dorrell Merritt |Fred Dodgson |Robert Kazandjian |Catherine Jones

Born in Moscow in 1989 to Armenian parents, photographer Diana Markosian's earliest years were rocked by the collapse of empire. The fall of the Berlin Wall that same year signalled that the Iron Curtain had finally come down, and by 1991, the Soviet Union would dissolve. Markosian’s parents, both PhDs, could not find work and the crippling stress of poverty on the young family drove their marriage apart.

2 months ago | huckmag.com | Fred Dodgson |Robert Kazandjian |Catherine Jones |Zoe Paskett

“I think my work is an inquiry into understanding a deeper self,” says London-based multi-disciplinary visual artist, and skateboarder, Arran Gregory during our WhatsApp call, him nearly eight thousand miles away in Bali. “This idea of exploring where we come from, how we suddenly got here, and connecting the dots between the two.” Gregory’s statement is one that has remained relevant throughout his creative practice.

2 months ago | huckmag.com | Fred Dodgson |Robert Kazandjian |Catherine Jones |Zoe Paskett

“Drunkenness is a strange thing,” says Brad Foskett, preparing to entertain a gaggle of regulars at The Black Cat in Bedminster, south Bristol. “It can be happy, or it can be violent.” With a relentless schedule of pub singing that saw him have just a single weekend free from performance last year, the assumption is that Foskett has seen plenty of both. As he sings, the glumness of a late February afternoon begins to lift with every passing song.