Thursday, 31 March 2011

Better late...



The March edition of Disinflection is ready and, once again, it is more than the sum of its parts! It will be distributed to its usual (and some extra) outlets over the next day or so. Please get in touch via the comments section if you would like a copy posted to you...


Wednesday, 16 March 2011

delayed



As Ali explained in the previous post, the zine has vanished between the UK and Australia.

While a delayed correspondence is simply a part of the organic development of the zine, its replacement will be out shortly....

Friday, 11 March 2011

Zine...? Zine! Anyone seen a zine between here and Europe?

The March edition of Disinflection is a little way off as yet - the first package headed my way has vanished and a second incarnation has been sent forth in its place.
Emma is currently in Germany, having first stayed in London for a couple of weeks, and we both thought what a great idea if she sends her half of the zine from the UK. Neither of us had factored in the UK postal 'service'.
Most likely, it'll be keeping my husband's parcel of clothing company - the one that the Royal English Homing Moth Service, four years on, has yet to deliver. Or we could end up with twin zines.
We're hoping the German postal service will prove efficient and we can get Disinflection assembled and out in galleries, cafes and other haunts in Melbourne and Bowral.

Sunday, 30 January 2011

February Zine


The February zine is currently in its trans-sister stage and will be arriving at its usual haunts (sewed and sealed) late next week.



Saturday, 15 January 2011

What Does The "Word Bird" Say?


"Cheep, Cheep."

Click on the image for a close up of the words that clothe the phoenix.

Thursday, 13 January 2011

January Edition in Melbourne

We all eagerly await the North Melbourne post office to deliver the goods... they are coming.

January's edition will be distributed around Melbourne soon.

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

January Disinflection

The old year - moth-eaten and tired - built its pyre. It simultaneously died and was reborn overnight in a cavalcade of smoke, noise, flame and spirit. 
Now, in the days after the revelry, the year has settled into quiet contemplation. Resolutions, expectations, are still being contemplated, evaluated, pedestalled, disregarded. 
The year, in its youth, will be anything it wants.