Was there a point when you noticed that BMX photography and print was becoming less relevant to the riders even before the demise of print?
Sure. The writing was on the wall years before Issue 99 came out and wrapped up DIG’s regular magazine run in 2014. Anyone could see the drastic shift that the internet was causing in the mid-2000s. It seemed like with every passing week, I was struggling more and more to keep the occasional photo-poacher from posting their catch online. The riding community’s primary media access was going through a transition that went from having to wait a few months or more to see some wild move in print or DVD, to easily seeing it via photo or video few days, hours, or now seconds later with a few clicks on a website or while scrolling through a feed; and it accelerated at an insane rate.
At that point, in order to keep magazines relevant (at least DIG, anyway), I guess I was hoping certain steps would happen for DIG to integrate print, website, and video in a proper way, where everything evolved together with the changing technology in a cohesive symbiosis. This was during the same time period when Factory Media bought 4130 Publishing (DIG’s prior publisher) and became the owner of the DIG title in 2009 (not by Will’s choice). After that happened, it quickly became clear that Factory didn’t see it at all in same way. They seemed to be under the assumption that their rapidly-becoming-outdated business model (even if it still worked at that time) had longevity along the lines of “’93 Til Infinity.” That song title obviously doesn’t apply to anything in media, then or now. So I just planned to ride it out until whenever it inevitably ended with Factory, and started preparing for potential full-time employment with a BMX company I was already involved with and working part-time at for a number of years. After Factory pulled the plug on DIG in early 2014, those plans didn’t work out.
Do you have to do any non-BMX work to get by nowadays?
Yeah, most of my income is non-BMX at the moment. If I still tried to rely solely on BMX work, I’d be living in a tent under I-95 and standing at the corner of Girard and Delaware Avenues, panhandling and holding a cardboard sign that says “Will work for expired film.”