Zine fair adventures

I always feel a bit apologetic about my love for zines -- maybe I'm a Fake Zine Girl -- because I'm less into the punk/anarchist side of zine culture, and more into the arty and fannish side. On the other hand, I can't be the only one, because I walked into the Festival of the Photocopier on Saturday with $30 in small change, and spent it all in the first two rooms.

(This was a mistake. You need to look around, decide what you like, then buy. I know this! Why did I blow all my money on ... okay, I love every single thing I purchased and have no regrets, but still.)

Highlights (with links to other people's Instas where I can find them, because I did not take a single picture of my haul, and also I'm at work):

• a zine by a Japanese-Australian woman, covering the Instagram and zine cliches of people who have spent a week in Japan and decided they're experts now
• (spotted, but not purchased: three zines by people who spent a week in Japan and decided they're experts now)
• The Mass Effect Fanzine (because I will always buy a fannish zine, but it does help if it's about media that I love)
• (I elected not to buy the glossy Voltron shipper zines, because they were expensive and ... look, some things do need to go to the people who will appreciate them)
• Tall Sad Girl And Short Punk Girl Are Friends, a queer YA novel in a dozen pages. You can read the full text here.
• all the cat zines
• ALL THE CAT ZINES
• including volume 3 of Alex c Clark's Cats of Brunswick I Have Touched

I did a lot of other things over the weekend, but I also found time to finish a zine I started a few weeks ago, start and complete another one, and begin two more.