Two years ago my friend Tod Seelie was in a thrift store in Ohio and found some negatives of students circa 1970. There is little evidence that points to who these teenagers are, exactly, but he gave me those black-and-white film negatives and said something like, "You have to take this and make something cool." Here's what I did...
Everyone seems to know Nicholas Gottlund, although I have never met him before. I hear his parents own a printing press and he lives in the middle of nowhere? For a while I for some reason assumed Nicholas Gottlund was a 17-year-old sophisto who happened to know everyone and was well-informed about everything through the net and still went to high school, (secret cool). But of course, he is not 17 but 27, and put out our friends' books: Coley Brown's Jam Jelly Honey Wild Rice and Andrew Laumann's New Messages. I admire his printmaking skills, immaculate craftsmanship, and drive to create and distribute self-published artists' books and zines. Nicholas Gottlund is a machine.
I grew up watching PAX--it was my own choice--and my favorite show was Touched by an Angel because I really loved the miracles. My parents, Ming and Ping, used to run and manage a Far East acrobatic circus and magic show. My father is a professional magician who does all those fire blowing, popping a balloon with a cigarette and turning it into a bird, jumping into a small box while a woman in a gold jumpsuit and a gold top hat is inside, a woman sits in a mirrored box and my dad turns her head into a balloon and pops it with a cigarette and she comes out of nowhere smoking a cigarette kind of tricks.
After Justin sent me Gasket, I both figuratively and literally lost it. It took three years to figure out where it had gone and I just found it this weekend (it was hidden inside a World Civ text book, that class was so boring). I spent the day laying on my bed eating snacks and looking at these fantastic creatures with their almond shaped eyes and pupils as dark as licorice gumdrops or maybe even two lumps of coal for some. Then I decided my friend has got to see this zine. An hour later, he has lost it.
Remember how we told you about the release party for Stupendous!, in which people publicly exposed parts of their lives that might embarrass them? Here are scans and photos from the issue, which is dedicated to "all things relative."
Hello, meet my friend Cassie Grzymkowski, circa 2003, author of Beating Zombie Hearts #1 and Make Me a Mixtape. shes going to kill me for posting this.
Jack Greer is a mischievous jerk with devilish grin. Actually, no. I take that back. He is not a jerk but a young man, always up to something crafty, something scandalous, something serious. These are quintessential times and he’s the documenter of his kindred crew. So let's take a look through his eyes, a step in his Vans sk8 highs, and into his slick shit, sick shit: zines. Here's Hangin Out, edition 1 of 6, 2007.
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