Zines

Below is an archive of the zines I have made. Those that are still in print, and the occasional reprint, are available through Take Care  and occasionally through other Australia distros – check the links page on the Take Care site for more info.

The bulk order/subscription thing is over for now. I don’t have enough old zines in print to do bulk orders, but when I figure out a better way of doing subscriptions I’ll put details here.

 

Tomorrow’s Machine Today

I have made two issue of this so far, and aim to make it a long running thing, because I am jealous of people who get their zines into double-digit territory. The premise is that I write about music that I have been introduced to via mix tapes, CDs or recommendations from friends. But it’s really just an excuse to write about anything I like. The first issue is small and about discovering punk through the unlikely portal of Girlfriend magazine. The second is longer and explains my infatuation with the Fall via a critique of H P Lovecraft. Hopefully you don’t need to be interested in any of the music or other stuff I refer to in order to enjoy the zine.

Nearly Healthy

A wordy zine about mental illness, suicide, capitalism, art, work, gentrification. Basically wondering how to live, and whether living is actually worth it. I am probably not the person to turn to if you’re looking for light-hearted and effervescent, by the way.

Astronauts are not Excitable

Zine/art book (the difference, in case you’re wondering, is the cover price) version of the collages made for the Astronauts exhibition (see Projects). 45 copies made (50 were meant to be made, but the Rizzeria hates me, apparently). No more copies left, sorry.

Digging

Little zine made to accompany the Digging exhibition (see Projects page). About making art, kicking walls, trying to stay radical, more maudlin introspection, being waylaid into the mysteries of the everyday by a mystical ring of doggy-do bags etc.

I sat in the Cafe de Banques, which no longer exists

Primarily an experiment with the Rizzeria (risograph). Contains images and text from the project of the same title (see Projects page).

A Map that Interrupts Itself

Another experimental one. I made two versions of this – the first was part of the Digging show and was a very complicated hand bound thing printed on all kinds of paper stock which, if I’m honest, I partially made because I was broke and I hoped that people would buy it for a slightly steep price at the MCA zine fair. Which they did. I felt a bit dirty doing that though, so to assuage my guilt I made a simpler, more standard zine-like version which was given away for free as part of Another Window with a Different View. Self-sabotage is my middle name.

Walk so Differently

A collaboration with Lou and Anwyn, this is a choose your own adventure style zine about our memories of growing up and living in Sydney. Being the anarchist types that we are, it’s mostly about gentrification and politicky stuff.

Raining in My Room

A made on a rainy day zine about listening to the Temptations, the cats who live around the factories in Marrickville where I used to live with my dad and brothers, houses that let the weather in and so on.

Away with Words

Pictures, collages and stuff. I think I just made this so that I had something new for that year’s TINA fair. It wasn’t very good (the zine, not the fair), and is therefore no longer available. But the cover’s pretty, doncha think?

Horace Andy and the Spanish Owls

Another collaboration with Anwyn – it’s a wonder she isn’t sick of me, really. You know that episode of Alvin and the Chipmunks where they play a gig next to the Berlin wall and the noise of their righteous ROCK makes the Berlin wall and THE ENTIRE SOVIET BLOC disintegrate? Fuck yeah! Bono, Bob, Sting: you aren’t trying hard enough. Anyway, this zine contains writing in which A imagines Horace Andy’s voice having a similar effect on capitalism, plus stories about trains, ghosts, poetry, fear of the dark and dear friends called Ned.

Fairytales in the Supermarket

Written after I quit work to start school again, this is essentially a vent for ten years of accumulated frustration, bewilderment and angst derived from working in retail. It’s alphabetical!

By the Time you’re Twenty-Five

Written in 2007, a year when I had to move back in with my mum and then granddad’s house for a while, didn’t do much work and generally felt a bit low and gloomy. Which is my default mood anyway, so I don’t know why I’m even mentioning it. This zine was used by Artlink to illustrate an article called ‘Scene not Herd: the evanescent underground’ and by Teal Triggs in her book Fanzines, both times without permission (not that I didn’t give it, they just didn’t ask). Call me a cynic, but could it be that people like writing about underground artists because there is an assumption that, as we evidentially produce work out of the goodness of our hearts, you don’t have to credit us for anything, or even pay us, for that matter?

Penny Sentinel

Typing, cutting and pasting. Made three issues, my first attempt at getting a zine to run to double digits. Epic fail.

Disobedient

A little zine that I am still inordinately proud of, for reasons that you will never know, because I’m never reprinting it.

Telly Narcosis

No image.

Teenage zine embarrassment. But hey, it means that I can genuinely say that I was making zines in the 90s, which, let’s face it, makes me better than you.

I made a zine before this that was somehow even worse than Telly Narcosis. I had to kill everyone I went to school with just so it would never resurface. A small price to pay to spare the world such horror, believe me.