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Distributed by:
Chief Editor
Javier López de Anca
Original idea and Art director
Mig Jiménez
Editorial Management
Carlos Cuesta
Editorial Coordination
Iñaki Cantalapiedra
Cover
Antonio Alonso
Layout
Jorge Porto
Article Assistant
Iain Hamilton
Akatsiya Photographer
José Irún
Special thanks
Elizabeth Wiese
Styling Assistant
Mila Gómez
Akatsiya
Bárbara A.
Collaborators
Alex Hernandez
Marcelo Durán
Matt_McDougall
Ralph Riese
Fernando del Pino
Ricardo “Chicho” Abad
Aurelio Gimeno
Translation
Marta Ramírez Gómez
As I considered this issue dedicated to night aviation, it was impossible
for me not to think about the number of nights that modelers dedicate
to our hobby. Basically, those hours at the end of the day are our “happy
hour”. The working day is over, the youngest are in bed, the rest of the
family is watching TV... and the boss is at home without a mobile phone
in hand. Come on, when the city (or town) sleeps is when the modeler
takes out his treasures and lights up the night, either in his own work-
shop, at the living room table, and for some the kitchen doubles as the
modelling desk. The solitude of the night is our friend.
And that led me to think of Game of Thrones and the Night Guard. A series whose final episode was viewed
by as many people as inhabit all of Holland. What if in the end we are like them, even though we don’t all
wear black? If we compare ourselves with fans of major sports like football or basketball, many of us are
not. Until we get a decent team, we have to manage with the tools and products that fall into our hands.
Although we may meanwhile look with envy at “valyrio” steel airbrushes. Many people don’t understand
our hobby, but we fight to the death to defend it. Come on, I already see us with a Lord Commander at
the front defending the Wall…or in our case, the plastic. As such, we need to have our own oath. The
evening modeler’s oath (with GRR Martin’s permission).
The night is coming. Now my guard begins. It won’t end until the day when I finally manage to finish this
model. I won’t buy another one, I won’t start another one, I won’t think of another one. I won’t get med-
als; I won’t get glory. I am the modeler of darkness. I am the watchman of the plastic. I am the putty that
covers the seam. The paint that cloaks the plastic. The solvent that awakens the dead. The modeler of the
kingdoms of men. I surrender my time and my sight to modelling... of countless nights past, during this
very night, and all nights soon to arrive.
By Javier López de Anca
The Weathering Aircraft by
AMMO of Mig Jiménez
www.theweatheringaircraft.com
info@migjimenez.com
twa@migjimenez.com
Quarterly Magazine
DL NA 251-2016
ISSN 2445-1185
September 2019
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