How Wired Magazine Changed the Way We Talk About Technology

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Imagine a time before smartphones. Before laptops. Before Twitter, Facebook, YouTube and even the mighty Google. A world without Web browsers, when the Internet belonged to universities and going online meant logging onto a local electronic bulletin board. Now imagine being able to smell it all coming—not the details, but the impact of a networked world on culture, business, politics, daily life. These were the preconditions that spawned Wired.

In 1988, Louis Rossetto, an adventurer, onetime novelist and avid libertarian, sensed that the encoding of information in 1s and 0s was going to change everything. Living in Amsterdam at the time, he and Jane Metcalfe, his partner in business and life, had parlayed a job at an obscure language translation service into a magazine, Electric Word. The publication, produced on a Macintosh using early desktop publishing tools, evoked a digital universe that was not about gadgetry or business aids, but a force for global transformation.

The Beginning of the Beginning

Over the following year, Rossetto and Metcalfe hammered out a business plan for a new magazine, tentatively called Millennium, that would take this revolution to the U.S. mainstream. Technology, Rossetto predicted, would be the rock ’n’ roll of the 1990s, and the pair aimed to make Millennium its standard-bearer. For design support, they enlisted their friends John Plunkett and Barbara Kuhr.

The foursome had met a few years earlier in Paris, where Rossetto and Plunkett worked together on a financial newsletter. The two men shared an obsession with magazines and the theories of media-theorist-cum-oracle Marshall McLuhan. By the early ’90s, Plunkett and Kuhr had settled in New York, where they focused on high-end corporate publications and delved into the emerging digital interface between graphic design software and professional printing.

In 1991, Rossetto and Metcalfe were ready to execute their plan. They called Plunkett and Kuhr and said, “Let’s go.”

Louis Rossetto (editor/publisher): I had been working with Jane for some time on the business plan and financial model. It seemed like the right time to do it.

Jane Metcalfe (president): We could see it so vividly. In Amsterdam, Philips was the Sony of its day. They were experimenting with all these data types. It was a time of great imagination about digital media. We’d been in it since the late ’80s, watching it, reporting on it, and it was accelerating.

Rossetto: So I called John and said we should get together and talk. Why don’t we meet up at the Macworld Expo in San Francisco?

John Plunkett (creative director): Up to that point, I was skeptical that we were ever going to make a magazine. When we went to Macworld, it went from theoretical to tangible.

Rossetto: I remember meeting with John Plunkett, Randy Stickrod [founder of Computer Graphics World] and Jim Felici [Europe editor of desktop publishing journal Publish!] on a little mezzanine where the escalators go down into Moscone Center. We sat there talking about this magazine, how it needed to be made and we were the guys to make it. John would do the design. Randy had the financial contacts. Jim would be managing editor. I’d be publisher. Jane, who didn’t come with us to San Francisco, would be president.

Metcalfe: We left with a commitment. We would move to San Francisco to make this magazine.

But the magazine still didn’t have a name.

Plunkett: Millennium turned out to be the name of a magazine of film criticism. Louis ran into a disagreement with his Dutch publisher about who owned Electric Word.

Rossetto: John wanted to call it Digit. Digit—dig it—get it?

Metcalfe: Louis reported that back to me and I just immediately threw up. Then I felt this huge responsibility to come up with a name. I came up with Wired, and everything fell into place. It set the tone. It set a visual direction as well. It captured the punch, the edge, and the double meanings were rich.

Rossetto and Metcalfe wrapped up their affairs in anticipation of moving to the U.S. First stop: New York to pick up Plunkett and Kuhr.

Rossetto: When we got there, we found they had made other plans. They had bought a Jeep Cherokee, packed all their stuff, and instead of going to California, they were on their way to Park City, Utah, where they had bought a house. It was a big surprise.

Plunkett: I said I’d like to formalize our partnership. Louis and Jane were uncomfortable putting anything on paper.

Rossetto: It was so nebulous what we were doing. Who knew what you could promise anyone before you had a deal?

Plunkett: I said, if we can’t agree, Barbara and I can’t move to San Francisco.

Neil Selkirk (contributing photographer): They wound up producing the first prototype in my studio in New York City, ransacking drawers full of samples I’d done for magazines over the previous 20 years. They did sort of take over. Nothing was going to stop Louis.

Rossetto: We worked day and night for three days. I’d write up some stuff, we’d look through books for images, take them to the copy shop, back and forth at all times of the day and night. We collaged it together on 12 pages. We called it, “Manifesto for a New Magazine.”

The proto-prototype’s cover featured a dour-looking John Perry Barlow, who had recently co-founded the Electronic Frontier Foundation, in a photo cadged from the New York Times Magazine. The table of contents included invented articles like “Still Dead Right: Neo-McLuhanites Face the 21st Century” and a report on the Inslaw scandal purportedly penned by John Markoff. It offered sections entitled Electric Word, Idée’s Fortes, Street Cred as well as a fax from the future.

Plunkett: Almost every story idea Louis put into the table of contents was eventually published in Wired during our first year or two. And he had written most of it in 1988: What became a brand-new overnight success in 1993 had been percolating since the late 1980s.

Selkirk: We went out for some insane Chinese meal. Then John and Barbara got into the car and drove away.

Rossetto: Bye bye, good luck. They took off.

The Long Pitch

Rossetto and Metcalfe spent the next several weeks in New York shopping the “Manifesto” to potential investors and meeting with rejection at every turn. So they turned their backs on the East Coast publishing elite and headed to California. On the way, they dropped in on Manifesto cover subject Barlow in Pinedale, Wyo., and cyberpunk novelist Bruce Sterling in Austin, Texas, and invited them to write for their new magazine. They also called Kevin Kelly, editor of Whole Earth Review, who had written that Rossetto’s first Amsterdam publication, Language Technology, was “the least boring computer magazine,” to tell him they intended to start a new publication.

Upon arriving in San Francisco, Rossetto and Metcalfe reconnected with Stickrod, who offered them two desks in his office, a converted industrial space in the derelict South of Market neighborhood.

Stickrod: I had just negotiated a deal to take over the ground floor. A bullet hole in the glass front door showed up the night before I moved in.

Rossetto: It was like Jane and I had arrived in a new world. Who would be our community? Who would be the subjects of what we were doing?

Fred Davis (contributing editor, fetish section): I had been working for Ziff-Davis as an editor at PC Magazine, PC Week, A+, MacUser. Louis and Jane showed up at my house in Berkeley, literally broke. They had a good concept, but to raise money, they needed a good story about the audience. I helped them put that together.

Eugene Mosier (art director for production): I had just left a job at MacWeek and I was trying to decide what to do. Fred Davis said, “Come to a party at my house, you’ll meet some interesting people.” The most interesting people I met were Louis and Jane. They told me their idea, and I said, “Wow! I’d like to get involved.” They said, “We don’t have any money.” I said, “That’s OK.”

Rossetto: We’d send out the “Manifesto” and business plan but, for all of our hand waving, people still couldn’t get what we were talking about. It became apparent that we needed to make a prototype that showed the editorial and advertising, the attitude that the magazine was supposed to represent. I’d been relentlessly clipping out articles that were representative of the kind of stuff I wanted to publish. Also advertisements. We mapped out the prototype section by section, down to the names of the departments. In effect, Eugene and I edited and designed a whole magazine over two weeks in December.

Photo: Marla Aufmuth

Labeled “Spring 1992, Volume 0, Number 0,” this new version of Wired featured Stuart Cudlitz’s cover collage of a high jumper plummeting into an urban landscape reminiscent of a circuit board. The contents page retained the earlier “Manifesto” article about the Inslaw scandal, adding an interview with Camille Paglia and a behind-the-scenes peek at Industrial Light & Magic. Sections called Fetish, Electrosphere and Junkets joined Electric Word, Idées Forte and Street Cred.

Plunkett: If you combine the look and feel of the first prototype with the structure of the second one, it’s very close to Wired 1.1.

At this point, money was running low and Wired was in dire need of capital. Among the many contacts Rossetto and Metcalfe called upon was Nicholas Negroponte. Highly regarded and well connected among the tech elite, Negroponte had founded MIT Media Lab, a fountainhead of new ideas about the networked culture Wired would cover—and he was an extraordinarily successful fundraiser. His assistant told them he was scheduled to attend Richard Saul Wurman’s TED Conference in Monterey, Calif., in February 1992. Unable to afford tickets, Rossetto and Metcalfe traded their help at the event for admission.

Metcalfe: We met with Nicholas at 7:30. He said, “Looking at a business plan this early is like doing a shot of bourbon for breakfast.”

Rossetto: He methodically and silently went page by page through the prototype in that empty, darkened auditorium. When he was finished, he closed the book, looked at the two of us, and asked, “How much money are you looking for?”

Metcalfe: Oh my god! He’s going to help us! It was the most extraordinary thing that had happened to date.

Nicholas Negroponte (senior columnist): My decision to invest in Wired was a moment of bravado. The rest is history.

Scaling Up

With money in the bank and the prospect of more to come—Charlie Jackson, founder of Silicon Beach Software, soon followed Negroponte’s lead, and boutique merchant bank Sterling Payot promised $1 million—Rossetto invited Plunkett and Kuhr to rejoin the team. He recruited executive editor Kevin Kelly with the elevator pitch, “We’re trying to make a magazine that feels as if it has been mailed back from the future.” Then he roped in managing editor John Battelle, a Berkeley journalism grad who, as a school project, had proposed a “Rolling Stone for the digital age.” In September, with all hands on deck, the crew moved into its own office and set its sights on an improbable goal: to put out its first issue by January 1993.

Kevin Kelly (executive editor): From the beginning there was a filter: Were you insane enough, enough of a true believer to attempt this impossible thing? That was a requirement.

Metcalfe: Everyone was under insane pressure. Completely disconnected from family, tired, hungry—but just so on fire.

Amy Critchett (office intern): The fights! Oh my god! Louis and John, Louis and Jane. Professionalism wasn’t our driving force.

Plunkett: Nobody would say Louis was easy to work with, but I’ve never had a better creative collaborator by a mile.

Rossetto: John Plunkett not only moved type and images around the page, he had an infectious sense of humor and drama and the moment. I treasured our collaboration, even though it could be contentious.

Barlow: Jane had the real juice. She got people really excited. There were a lot of people that gave them meetings because of her. She had a lot to do with creating the energy in the magazine and, to a fairly strong extent, its attitude as well.

Metcalfe: In the end, we had a solidarity you can’t imagine. It was a band of brothers like I’ve never experienced before or since.

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