Behold! A selection of some of the standout contributors from the fall 2025 edition of VICE magazine: THE BE QUIET AND DRIVE ISSUE. Get four issues each year, sent straight to your door, by subscribing here.
Ivar Wigan
Photographer and filmmaker Ivar Wigan was born in Scotland and grew up in the UK before sensibly moving to Los Angeles where Seasonal Affective Disorder is less prevalent. Ivar made his name shooting a project called “The Gods,” exploring the lives of the characters of the night that work the club scene of the American south. He then moved to Jamaica to develop a second ongoing documentary project. Although there have been numerous attempts on his life he persists, more or less unscathed. When we heard that the Americans were culturally appropriating the rich British tradition of “dogging,” Ivar was our first (and only) choice, due to his unusual knack of being sexy and also a pleasure to work with—almost always mutually exclusive attributes. We set him up with a long lens, some night vision goggles, and an intern who signed a watertight liability waiver and sent him on his way.
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Amber Rawlings
Amber ‘Bean’ Rawlings is a writer who lives in London and who’d like to be referred to as a Londoner even though she grew up in Kent. She says she feels uncomfortable calling herself a “journalist” because her biggest bylines concern things like rats and maggots—the latter of which she metamorphosed in her home for this issue. She’d like to write a memoir one day because she’s good at talking about herself and it’s not like there’s not enough memoirs by people of her demographic. She wishes Adam Sandler had been appreciated for his contribution to cinema before Uncut Gems. It’s Amber’s first time in the magazine, so we have no idea if ‘Bean’ is one of those nicknames that people just pick out one day—like when you see recovering plant food addicts you went to school with calling themselves Jason ‘Dubstep’ Watkins on Facebook—or a legally ratified middle name chosen by her parents at birth. But formatting it like the former is definitely funnier.
Ahmed Alramly
We first met Ahmed Alramly in Tokyo, paying a Romanian in a GTR with sus graphics to take him for a joyride. Ahmed is from Greenford in West London (important). He epitomizes the word “shenanigans.” If shenanigans were a person it would be Ahmed Alramly. One minute he’s walking for Vivienne Westwood, the next being mentored by Richard Hell. The minute after that he’s starting an influential fashion publication (Naima), moving to LA, moving to Paris, getting arrested and unarrested, starring in a movie, searching for a cure for a brain condition with exorcists in Egypt, escaping Yakuza, and partying with Malia Obama’s security detail. The VICE office is powered by excess energy generated by Ahmed Alramly. We packed him off to LA where he rounded up the finest team for a photo story and mini-documentary on roughly three days’ notice and zero days’ sleep. Be more like Ahmed Alramly.
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Been Shill
Been Shill (real name) is an artist from Kansas, thriving and surviving in Donald Trump’s so-called United States of America. He was born in a hospital. Been Shill’s early life was spent in Special Education from 1–12th grade, a testament to both psychiatric medication and the will to not succeed academically. However, as is sometimes the case, he overcompensated in the sports hall, playing basketball at Division 1 college level. He has since marked this period of his life in the form of an artwork called “Retard”: a red basketball with the word “Retard” written on it. After a stint in the U.S. Marine Corps, he turned his attention to art as a way of coping with PTSD from missing the tail-end of the GWOT. He is now a successful artist. One of these facts is not true.
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Robbie the Maggot (RIP)
Not many VICE contributors can say they made the ultimate sacrifice for the betterment of this magazine. Yet Robbie the Maggot was no ordinary VICE contributor. Almost totally inert, incapable of speech, and possessing a thorax covered in a metallic turquoise sheen, Robbie stole the show as Amber Rawlings attempted to raise her own brood of disgusting airborne sons across the span of 15 heady days at the end of a halcyon English summer. Sure, others may have pupated better than him. And others may have flown better than him. Others may simply have shown that they were able to move at all. Yet for a fellow who was almost certainly born in carrion or fecal matter, East London’s very own ‘Miracle with the Spiracles’ came a long way, won a lot of friends, and died as he lived: disappointing everyone, motionless. RIP to a real one.
Thank you to our contributors to the fall 2025 edition of VICE magazine: THE BE QUIET AND DRIVE ISSUE. Get four issues each year, sent straight to your door, by subscribing here.
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