from hawaii to chicago, with luv

This weekend was the Chicago Zine Fest, which is one of the few things I feverishly look forward to each year. I worked at the event taking photos of adorable zinesters for glitterguts.com. I even got to meet some readers of this little blog, which warmed my heart, because I forget that some people actually read this thing! The zine community is a special little hidden subcultural treasure, unbound by the constraints of advertisers and censors and the careful tiptoeing that besets larger, glossier print magazines. Table after table was filled with adorable mini-comics and drawings, punx fanzines, feminist and survivor perzines, literary journals and radical manifestos. At some point I need to finish the zine I started on...last year...but in the meanwhile, enjoy these photos of some of my favorite tables.

And of course, I couldn't resist taking photos of some of the most inspired outfits at the fest...

This girl was dazzling. Her outfit  was so intricately assembled and she was stoked to show off the necklace she made at one of the CZF workshops.

This lady was wearing simply the most perfect pair of pink tights ever.

I wore my Meadham Kirchhoff for Topshop sea creature sequined dress with old combat boots that you can't see, and haphazardly knotted my boyfriend's belt around my waist. Couldn't be bothered to style my hair, after all, I was working and also was nursing a bit of a hangover from the night before. The larger black zine I'm holding is called Reckless Chants and features a bit from my BFF Annie! It was an absolute complete coincidence that I met Jessie, who wrote that zine, because she happened to be wearing a SHOWERBEERS button and SHOWERBEERS is Annie's boyfriend. Zines, making the world infinitely smaller, one page at a time.