Monday, June 29, 2015
Smith ZIne page 1
I thought the Zine Fair at the MCA would be a Beatnik, Dada, cool affair. I went with an open heart... and a shit load of zines: hand stitched and printed at home. It all started really well with Ziners swapping and chatting. Six thousand people were supposed to come through. So for a three day event that meant 2 thousand per day. I imagined, as always, a wonderful and miraculous day where each person had thirty dollars worth of gold coins in their pockets which they would spend in a veritable frenzy of financial bliss on the zines. An economy based on 2000 x 30 seemed hopeful.