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AucklandJanuary 10, 2018

Witty, stylish and diverse, Paperboy was a weekly burst of energy. So why did it die?

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Bauer has announced the closure of Paperboy, its acclaimed ‘freemium’ Auckland magazine. Former Metro editor Simon Wilson laments the passing of a brave experiment and wonders why its publisher let it fold.

What sad news, that Bauer Media has pulled the plug on Paperboy, and especially sad that it comes little more than a year after the title was launched. After several years of planning. With a multi-million dollar launch budget. Bauer is far the biggest magazine publisher in the country, but in case anyone ever doubted it, its pockets are not inexhaustably deep. Paul Dykzeul, then CEO of the NZ Bauer operation, made that very clear in his speech to staff when the new magazine was approved. This is a “really really exciting” new model, he explained: a free premium title, a “freemium”, but make no mistake, “if it doesn’t work we will kill it off.” Editor-to-be Jeremy Hansen, as I recall, was at that moment looking at his shoes.

(By the way, I don’t claim to offer an impartial analysis: I was an editor-at-large at Bauer when Paperboy was greenlit, and made redundant shortly after, and will soon start work at NZME, publishers of the NZ Herald. More disclosure details at the end of this.)

Dykzeul championed Paperboy and he was a long-time proponent of the freemium model. But, he told the staff that day, his deeper commitment was to trying new things and backing what works, not hanging on with projects that couldn’t pay their way. Dykzeul is now CEO of Bauer in Australia and New Zealand, and technically the person responsible for putting Paperboy permanently to bed.

But Bauer is a private, family-run company, experienced in trash publishing and little else. (Its NZ mass media titles are better than their counterparts overseas and it has no current affairs titles other than those in NZ.) Famously, even quite low-level decisions get made during, or after, the family’s Sunday lunch in Hamburg. Killing off the freemium Paperboy – an experiment for the company internationally – is likely to have been decided in Germany, not in Sydney and certainly not in Auckland. Bauer New Zealand, like many Auckland “corporates”, is only a branch office.

Which doesn’t make the news any easier to swallow. Auckland has lost a very fine media champion and Aucklanders have lost a valuable guide to many of the best things happening in this city. We’re all the poorer for it.


See also:
Jeremy Hansen on making a free mag an agent for change

The first 30 Paperboy covers: what’s missing?


It’s worth taking a moment to salute Jeremy Hansen, because his achievements with Paperboy have been remarkable. In other hands, the mag could have been junk. A freebie, filled with snippets about openings and awful personalities in the worlds of entertainment, hospitality and fashion; designed to appeal to advertisers merely by looking good; sloppily written; editorial decision-making shunted aside by advertising imperatives.

That, after all, is exactly what happens, almost always, with every media outlet, in print or online, that purports to be your discerning guide to the best stuff around. There are glossy titles in Auckland right now that define the awfulness that can result.

Paperboy, however, like Viva at the Herald, went at it differently, and a lot of that is down to Hansen. As a former long-time editor of Home magazine he has a good eye, a comprehensive understanding of how design works and a deep commitment to the value of all things cultural in a city. That sensibility made Paperboy a reliable weekly showcase of the quality and excitement of Auckland’s arts and urban design. As a former staff writer at Metro magazine he has strong practical experience of the way Auckland works and the impacts unusual individuals have on it. That showed up in his use of Paperboy as a regular vehicle for interviews and features on the people and issues looming large in the city.

Paperboy editor Jeremy Hansen

He attracted excellent staff and contributors, a stimulating mix of youth and experience, and led them, in his habitual manner, by quiet inspirational example. People like working for Jeremy Hansen and the work was all the better for it. The mix of talents he brought together translated every week on the page, in their coverage of food, fashion, design, the arts and entertainment and urban affairs, into a heady mix of new discoveries and old favourites. Hansen and his team told us what to watch out for and who to celebrate. They knew who was new and worth knowing about; they also knew who was not new but still worth knowing about.

And in all this Hansen retained a higher purpose: Paperboy tackled political and social issues like homelessness and transport planning, and did so with a resolute commitment to a progressive view of the city. Invariably witty, often joyful, immensely stylish, the magazine embodied the rich, diverse, enthusiastic energy of the new Auckland. This is who we are and this is how we live now, Paperboy told us, and it even came up with a magnificent way to symbolise its intent: straight white men, ubiquitous elsewhere, almost never appeared on its covers.

Paperboy, it’s tempting to say, for a crisp, delirious year, defined the city. So why did it fail? We’re told there wasn’t enough support from advertisers, and this presumably is true, given that the magazine was free and therefore had no other source of income.

Shame on them. But, really? What did they not understand? Paperboy was the model of what we’ve been told for years is the future of magazine publishing: native advertising. Advertising that you can’t always tell is advertising. When I was at Bauer, advertising execs used to say that readers don’t care if it’s editorial or advertising, they just want it to be good. I thought that was scary, but I realised I couldn’t prove they were wrong.

Paperboy was dedicated to making that proposition a commercial reality. Thus you will find in any given issue material that is obviously an ad, and material that is surely straight editorial, and some material where you might not be sure what it is, or, more likely, more to the point, you don’t even stop to think about it.

Paperboy didn’t invent this and nor did Bauer. But Paperboy was New Zealand’s first really good freemium: the first free publication to offer advertisers the chance to get their native content into a vehicle whose tone was impeccably well judged and which was highly valued, across the board, by the practitioners, the consumers and most of all the opinion-makers in the worlds of culture, retail, hospitality, lifestyle, making the most of living in the city.

You don’t get that very often. It’s remarkable – and a scathing indictment of their lack of imagination, frankly – that advertisers didn’t lap it up. Didn’t want to be part of inventing that particular future. What morons.

Maybe it’s a good thing: in the case of Paperboy, advertisers did not actually have the wit to subvert the integrity of the publication. But in that it led to the death of the publication, maybe not so much.

The fact advertisers did not support the title is not an answer in itself. Why didn’t they? What could Bauer have done – what could Paperboy have evolved into – that might have made them support it? The most remarkable thing about the magazine’s folding is that it ran for just over a year with, really, no discernible changes to its makeup, and then stopped. If it was failing, why, in the spirit of trying new things – the spirit Paul Dykzeul proclaimed so proudly – did they not modify their approach?

For all that it did do, there is one thing Paperboy didn’t do: it didn’t carry reviews. In fact, outside of its current affairs interviews and features, it didn’t criticise anything. Paperboy selected what it wanted to write about, because it thought they were good, and/or because advertisers paid it for the selections, and then everything it said about those things was positive.

The value of this, as an editorial MO, in theory at least, is that advertisers will flock to you. They want to be part of the good-news machine. But it turns out that’s not true, and Paperboy is the proof of it. So why persist?

Because there is a downside: while relentless good news might be valuable, it’s not as essential, let alone as entertaining, as you might think. Critical opinion engages readers.

Think of it this way: you’re waiting for your train and there’s the Paperboy stand, and you think, oh yes, more great new cafes and actors doing actory things. Will I walk over and pick up a copy? Yeah, I might.

But what if it was, oh yes, there’s Paperboy, I wonder what they’ve got to say about that new cafe, that new TV show or play? The last review I read was really funny, I want some more of that.

It’s the difference between nice to have and need to have. Publicity and point of view. Information, however attractively packaged, and vibrant stimulating ideas.

I’m told the failure to carry critical commentary was a company decision from the start, not one made by the editor. In my experience at Bauer, the advertising managers on the whole did not understand that critical commentary is part of the lifeblood of magazines – all they saw was criticism, which they believed advertisers did not want to be associated with. And Paperboy, despite all Hansen’s skills, make no bones, was always a creation of the advertising department.

So, really. Why didn’t Paperboy carry not just the news of a new restaurant or bar opening, but the must-read review of it? And who, ffs, is going to give us back an excoriatingly funny gossip column about all the goings on in the city’s incestuously self-obsessed retail/celebrity/entertainment sectors? Why didn’t Paperboy absolutely own that gig? Why didn’t it give us fabulous – not routine like most everyone else, but actually fabulous – little capsule reviews of the new music, film, TV, theatre, books, you name it, with the best of them expanded into longer form online? Where were the clever on-the-spot reports of the summer’s big festivals and shows?

Why, in short, didn’t it build up a stable of critics, in hospitality and the arts and entertainment, whose views we just could not wait to read again?

Sadly, and it truly grieves me to say this, I think the answer is Metro. Those are things my old magazine tries to do (or used to, with the gossip), so maybe Paperboy was meant to be different. But come on. Metro is now a bi-monthly magazine. In terms of goings on, openings, what’s new and what’s hot, what you need to know about right now, it’s profoundly untopical. Paperboy, meanwhile, a weekly needing to instill in itself a greater sense of urgency, was a natural home for such material. (See Jeremy Hansen’s response, below.)

But Bauer has never seen it like that. Another related example: the festivals. The Auckland Arts Festival, Comedy Festival, Writers Festival and Film Festival all offer splendid opportunities to a weekly magazine supposedly dedicated to celebrating the best of what’s on in town. And yet Bauer has largely limited its critically engaged coverage of those events to Metro (and the Listener, for the Writers Festival). Why?

And what about some of those “properties” Metro has developed over the years? Cheap Eats, Best Cafes, maybe even Best of Auckland? Shock news, but none of them create best sellers for the magazine. So why are they still in Metro and not in Paperboy? Metro was right to keep its Best Schools analysis and Best Restaurants, both of which are proven best sellers and which have a strong Metro feel. But Cheap Eats? Even from an advertising point of view it was always awkward. That word cheap, you see.

Cheap Eats is a heaven-sent concept for Paperboy and it could have been serialised, with best dumplings, best donburi, best kebabs, best pizza, best sushi rolled out through the year and culminating in a grand countdown in a special issue. I didn’t make this up, by the way. Time Out does it in every city they publish. Time Out also does indispensable reviews and is absolutely stuffed full of opinion.

I kind of admire that Paperboy is not Time Out, but I’m also really surprised that with its own model failing, Bauer did not seem to think there was anything to learn from the world’s leading publisher of freemium weekly city guides.

From the start of Paperboy, it was clear the company intended to keep Metro afloat while they tested the water with the new mag. But an innovative strategy to create complementary new roles for both titles would have helped. Metro did not need to stay largely the same magazine it used to be when it was monthly, pretending not to have gone bi-monthly and pretending Paperboy didn’t exist. Bauer says Metro sales are at their highest level since 2008, which is good, but surely an entirely predictable function of the reduced publishing frequency. The “double issues” of the past were almost always the best-sellers.

Why has Paperboy died? How about: because the company couldn’t see past the very considerable strengths of what Paperboy was, in order to deal with its even more considerable weakness: it could not persuade advertisers Paperboy was essential reading, because, in all likelihood, it wasn’t.

And why was that? Because Bauer, despite what would have been the best efforts of some to save it, lacked the flexibility, the courage and the wit to adapt a really good but failing idea into something commercially sustainable.

The lesson, although I’m not holding my breath it will be learned, is that in publishing, editors should be required to innovate, and advertisers and advertising sales departments should never be allowed to run anything. Paperboy, RIP.


Jeremy Hansen responds: Thanks for this – very kind. I just wanted to clarify two things. We had a policy of labeling paid content with a ‘(brand name)+Paperboy’ label. It wasn’t huge, but it was there. And the decision not to run reviews – of food, culture, etc – was mine. I wanted to create a mag that wasn’t striving to be definitive about all those things in that way. (The online space is already full of such reckons.) Fine if you think that was the wrong call, of course.


Simon Wilson worked at Bauer Media (formerly ACP Media) from 2007 to 2016, where he was a senior staff writer at Metro magazine, becoming editor in 2010 and five years later becoming editor-at-large in the company. In late 2016 that role was disestablished when Bauer announced the launch of Paperboy and the conversion of Metro from 10 issues a year to bimonthly. Wilson worked at The Spinoff for most of 2017 and is shortly to join NZME, publishers of the New Zealand Herald, as a senior writer.

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Th bike share scheme in Paris. Photo: David McSpadden / CC-BY-2.0
Th bike share scheme in Paris. Photo: David McSpadden / CC-BY-2.0

AucklandJanuary 3, 2018

Summer reissue: Why have Parisians fallen in love with bike sharing?

Th bike share scheme in Paris. Photo: David McSpadden / CC-BY-2.0
Th bike share scheme in Paris. Photo: David McSpadden / CC-BY-2.0

Simon Wilson came back from a visit to Paris filled with enthusiasm for ways to make Auckland better. Here’s the first: a great big bike share scheme.  

First published on 15 June 2017.

Ten days ago I rode a bike around the Place de la Concorde. It’s that roundabout in Paris with about 10 lanes, none of them marked on the road, and more streets leading on and off than I could count. I’m not ashamed to admit, I sat and watched for a while before I tried. But hey, I’m still here. So is every other bike rider I saw there. All of us in street clothes, none in a helmet.

Paris traffic can be scary. You get a green light and head out, along with the cars and trucks and bikes all lined up next to and behind you, only to find another set of traffic has also been released into the intersection and they’re coming at you side on. And then some of the vehicles leave their bunch and start to push their way across the lanes. No one slows to do this; instead, they all head firmly for the gap in front. You’re lost without confidence. And when you’re on a bike, you don’t signal with an arm out horizontal, but raise it to about 45 degrees and repeatedly wave your hand back and forth. The gesture is aimed at the cars behind you and it means stay back, I’m changing lanes.

I don’t pretend to know how French traffic works. But there’s a lot to learn from that gesture. It tells drivers you’re going to do it and you’re not looking back so it’s on them to let you. It belongs in a world where bikes have no less a right (and no more) than cars to nudge their way through traffic and everyone accepts it. Where there is no obvious hierarchy of road users, no sense of superior rights, and no one – not the drivers, not the riders and not the pedestrians – gets angry.

Velo ideale: Simon Wilson’s Vélib’ bike sees the sights of Paris

I spent two days riding a bike around Paris, courtesy of the Vélib’ bike hire scheme. Vélo = bicycle; liberté = so much fun. It cost me €1.70 for bike hire each day. Bike stations were everywhere. So were bike lanes, although not at the Place de la Concorde. You can probably tell, I really loved riding a bike in Paris.

The bike hire system in Paris is brilliant, although not so brilliant that it can’t be improved on. By the end of the year a new contractor with a new system is going to make it even better.

Right now, though, you can join online or do it casually at the stations. You can buy a year’s worth of riding, or a week’s, or a day’s, or an hour or two. You can take a bike from one station and leave it at another. It doesn’t cost the council much because the service is offered by the company with the concession for bus stop advertising. It was a requirement of their contract. How inspired is that?

Most bikes you see in the central city are hire bikes and most of the people you see riding them are locals. In other words, many Parisians use hire bikes as their preferred form of transport for short trips in the city. That’s why it works.

Why do Parisians do that? Here are 10 good reasons.

  1. Lots of bikes and stations

There are close to 15,000 bikes and 1200 stations all over central Paris. Wherever you are, you’re close to a bike you can hire, or a place you can leave it.

  1. Free for the first half hour

For short trips, you don’t have to pay anything. That single factor turns the bikes from “good to have” into “first choice” for getting about town.

  1. Easy to use

Signing up is easy online, while casual use, paying with a credit or debit card, is easy too. The bikes themselves have three gears, adjustable seats and a sturdy step-through frame. Using them could not be easier.

  1. Convenient add-ons

The bikes have a carrier basket in front, to throw your bag or shopping in. They have a simple security lock so you can make short stops along the way. For short-hop commuters and people going to meetings or hooking up for lunch, they’re extremely fit for purpose.

  1. Bike lanes

There are bike lanes (often doubling as bus lanes) on almost all the main roads of the city. Some are physically separated from other traffic but many are just painted on. There are also bike routes that cars can’t take: along the Seine, for example.

And get this: on most of the narrow one-way streets, a bike route is painted on the side of the road heading the wrong way. That’s right: in Paris, it’s legal to ride a bike the wrong way up a narrow street.

A Vélib’ station near Place de la Bastille, Paris. Photo: Pline / CC-BY-3.0

Because of those five things, cycling is positively enabled. And there’s more.

  1. Traffic lights for bikes

At the larger intersections bikes have their own traffic lights. They’re in phase with the car lights, but sited at bike rider eye level. This has obvious use-value but the symbolism is powerful too. They remind everyone the city encourages cycling.

  1. A culture of cycling

Nobody looks twice at a cyclist. In a country where cycling is a national sport and in a city that’s inordinately proud of its traditions as a civilised society, cycling is normalised. You’re not doing a weird or dangerous thing.

Related to this, the Parisian bikes are grey. A subtle, smart, normalised colour. Not some garishly painted “look at me I’m silly tourist” colour. It makes a difference.

  1. It’s so cheap

It’s ridiculously cheap, and not just for casual users taking a free half-hour hop. It’s also really cheap for longer use: the 24-hour fee of €1.70 is less than the price of a café au lait. A year costs €29.

  1. Riding a bike in Paris is wonderful

On both the left and right banks, Paris slopes very gently to the river running through it, the Seine. There are very few hills. Being essentially flat makes riding easy; having that gentle slope means whenever you get lost it’s easy to find yourself again. Being on a bike, in Paris as everywhere else, puts you among the people, makes you part of the life of the city. The streets lined with plane trees, the beauty of the 19th century facades, the buskers, the Parisians, the palaces and parks, the boulevards that sometimes seethe with life but are often surprisingly relaxed and human scale.

In a day, you can cover 10, 20, 50 kilometres if that’s what you want. You can get lost, find yourself, get lost again. You can also head off to the museum of your choice, dock the bike at the nearby station, take in the art, pick up another bike and ride to a café for lunch, dock the bike, pick up another after lunch, repeat.

  1. No helmets

Helmets are compulsory for children under 12 but not for adults. You see almost no bike helmets in the city. This works because of all the other factors that help make the city safe for riding: respect for cyclists, having lots of cylists around and having lots of bike lanes.

These things are mutually reinforcing: not having to wear a helmet encourages lots more people to ride; lots more people riding makes it safer not to wear a helmet.

So now what?

This great bike share scheme will soon be replaced by an even better one, with 25 percent e-bikes, stations located in a much wider suburban area and extra services like wifi. Yes you did read that right. Wifi on bikes.

But now what in Auckland? The council is already considering how to introduce a big bike share scheme here. Good on them. But it has to be big and bold enough to force a big bold disruptive change on the inner city. We’ve got hills, so we’ll need e-bikes. In most other respects, though, the Parsisian model would work very well – especially on the cost-to-customer side.

Make it cheap enough to make it preferred. And remember this: when it comes to the dreaded infrastructure costs, they’re a damn sight cheaper than every other transport option except walking.

Would it really work here? Of course it would. Just think cafés for a moment. Until the 1980s the prevailing view in New Zealand used to be that European-style outdoor seating at cafes and restaurants would not work, so councils protected us by forbidding it. Our weather was wrong (I don’t know, too much wind?), our culture was wrong (we’re too indoorsy or something), we didn’t have room on the footpaths. I’m not making this up.

Talk about a disruptive change. Took less than a year, I reckon, once it started. How long after a decent bike share scheme starts for Queen St and Albert St and High St/Lorne St to fill up with cyclists off to meetings and lunch and shows in the summer evenings? And K Rd and Ponsonby Rd and Victoria St too?

And, especially, the waterfront. You could pick up a bike in the early evening and ride west to Silo Park or all the way to Westhaven, dock, meet a friend for a drink or whatever you like to do with your friends. Go the other way, to the Parnell Baths, Okahu Bay or further. Bikes throughout Wynyard. Bikes busy on Quay St, forcing the council and Ports of Auckland to open up more of the council-owned port land to the public.

All we need to do is just do it.

Simon Wilson visited Paris as a guest of the French government, where his head got filled up with all sorts of ideas for Auckland.