I don't read zines (because as far as I know they didn't exist in NC...) but where I intern, they love them. There's this huge zine scene (ha!) in Portland that blows me away.Anyway.
At my internship, I offered to write descriptions for this zine because it needed them, and I like copy-writing, so sure! it's called dream whip by this guy (who lives in NC... crazy) bill brown. And... I loved it. Devoured it for hours at work (I didn't even finish two issues; they're dense).
And my text for the website came out more like a review, so.... I figured I'd share it here.
If you have a "zine scene" where you live, this might be worth checking out.
dream whip issue #11
It's hard to describe the short, intricate glimpses of life Bill shares from his travels around the world. They're quick, careful sketches of single moments or entire days, acute and reflective like tiny windows into the world around us that we never even think about.
In this issue, Bill drives around the country before settling in New York City for a while, admiring and dreading the subway wind and contemplating tiny moments of silence and simplicity in a chaotic, beautiful city. "...that's how this city is, sometimes. Solemn and quiet. A place to buy a donut without saying a word, as if the world's running low on words, the way it runs low on pennies now again. How can you run low on something so worthless? That's what people want to know..."
Before you know it, you're addicted, devouring page after page until you're swallowed into his gritty, expressive, hopeful words, following his days exploring the city, his trip to D.C. with Food Not Bombs, his tour of New York Coffee shops, and then, quite suddenly, you're left to flounder when it's all over and there isn't any more.
"Then the big departure sign is like a slot machine, and the times and the places blur, and you hold your breath. For a few dizzy seconds, you could be going anywhere."