zines
I haven't thought much about zines lately, even though my husband kind of does them. For me zines were always these intimate confessions. Zines changed my life in high school; reading them, trading them, writing them kept me honest when all I wanted to do was roll my eyeballs at the world. I did Princessed zine and then True Confessions of a Tomato Fairy, then I there was one called Lie About the Moment that I might have turned in as a photography assignment.
Zines are something I felt I left behind, maybe 8 or 9 years ago, because as you grow up and meet more people you kinda meet less and less people who understand zine culture and how much it can mean. SO you forget about them in a way. Then one happy day you find out that someone you know just did a zine, and she's almost out of copies but there's one she can bring you, and it renews your faith in that power of the written, unedited, self-implicating word, and it makes you want to get out _yr_ crusty typewriter and bang one out, get high on coffee and then spend hours at kinko's (you'd rather support a local business, of course, but let's face it--most zines get copied in the middle of the night) cutting, pasting, folding, and stapling and it's the most familiar feeling, like a choreographed dance. And you are inspired.
Thanks Carlee!
Zines are something I felt I left behind, maybe 8 or 9 years ago, because as you grow up and meet more people you kinda meet less and less people who understand zine culture and how much it can mean. SO you forget about them in a way. Then one happy day you find out that someone you know just did a zine, and she's almost out of copies but there's one she can bring you, and it renews your faith in that power of the written, unedited, self-implicating word, and it makes you want to get out _yr_ crusty typewriter and bang one out, get high on coffee and then spend hours at kinko's (you'd rather support a local business, of course, but let's face it--most zines get copied in the middle of the night) cutting, pasting, folding, and stapling and it's the most familiar feeling, like a choreographed dance. And you are inspired.
Thanks Carlee!