Fleisch is a magazine. It cannot really be more specific than that, because nothing can be more focused than that — or at least that is how its editors see it. As a social and cultural magazine, it can be said to have a defined scope of topics, although that scope is extremely broad. Fleisch is also political, the editors admit, and porn and culinary matters are rather uninteresting to them. Beyond those exclusions, everything is on the table.
The name — German for "meat" or "flesh" — is deliberately blunt and deliberately ambiguous. It suggests the body, the raw, the essential, the thing beneath the surface. Fleisch is interested in what lies beneath: beneath the news, beneath the culture, beneath the polished surfaces that most magazines present as reality. The editorial voice is direct, sometimes confrontational, and entirely uninterested in pleasing everyone.
In a German-language magazine landscape that tends toward either intellectual rigour or lifestyle polish, Fleisch occupies its own category: raw, unclassifiable, and convinced that the most honest response to the question of what a magazine should be is to refuse to answer it.