I just found a place in Melbourne that stocks zines. As in, it is a shop that only sells zines. Oh ma gawd. It’s underground, located inside a tunnel. That’s how you know something is cool – when it’s inside a tunnel.
There’s something interesting about zines. They can literally be anything, and they are made by literally anyone. They’re just pieces of paper – folded, stapled, glued – there are no guidelines. That is so exciting. Everyone knows what a book should look like. Everyone knows what a magazine should look like. Everyone knows what certain types of media should look like. But not zines. Zines have a mind of their own and do whatever the hell they want. Great.
I’m going to go visit this place tomorrow. I may buy something, or I may end up staying there forever because I’ll be too excited to leave. Never know!