Izgled was a pop-culture magazine published in Belgrade, Serbia during the 1980s. Only five issues were published.
The magazine was published by Belgrade's SKC (Students Cultural Centre).
In addition to editor-in-chief Vlaja Jovanović, the inaugural issue was prepared by Nebojša Pajkić and Slavica Vukadinović. For its second issue the magazine received input from painter Dragoš Kalajić. The third issue came out as a catalog for Vlaja Jovanović's art exhibition. The fourth and fifth issues were prepared by Slavko Timotijević.
Influenced by Andy Warhol and his Interview magazine, Jovanović gathered creative people from Belgrade, such as; designers Marko Pešić, Peđa Gavrović and Srba Travanov, musicians Miško Mihajlovski and Goran Vejvoda as well as various other famous and infamous misfits from Belgrade's night life such as Biljana "Bezideja" Trifunović. The magazine's concept was to present snapshots of urban life, featuring young men and women of Belgrade who spend their mornings and early afternoons sleeping, their late afternoons engaged in artistic and creative work, and their nights partying. The magazine ran photos from parties, featuring locally-known individuals, bands, artists etc.
By corrupted intentions
I walk alone on this field
Ravenous for vengeance for the boy's life they took
I will reap! Back into the glorious days where I seized
to be when the sun set high
A shortened life I recall
And so should you!
Then there was a darkness
A fury of destructive minds
A mothers cry brought pain to the remains of a living
I feel so cold!
Back where I belong to be they don’t know my name
A boy of a forgotten time a victim of pre-posterousness
That is me!
Come now deliver me to the prophet I seek
I'm the one spitting blood
I'm the one Forged by Wolves
Years have past beneath my feet since I left my
childhood at home
A dark and rainy day indeed
Which have followed me to this day
Now a state of mind
The alpha-male of the pack see what I used to be
Feelings of what I've become transmuted into
consumption
Beware the wolf!
Veteran of cheating death
Dodging bullets from beneath
I've become what you will fear
The one that never returns
The savage one!
All bounds has been broken
To the life that I knew
And new bounds are now sown with my brothers in the
herd
I am pain!
Now I see myself in a grave
A hole my own hands have dug
Blistered feet and gangrene
My body seem to rotten from core