Sandy & Her/LA

Apr 4, 2015

Sandy hooked up with Her/LA, a feminist festival, to sell zines and host the photobooth. Packed with impressive women of the witchy persuasion, the event balanced between sexy, smart, and fun.

My interpretation of event attendees.

The teeny spot in Hollywood was packed with music, dancing, hot-as-hell outfits, literature, etc. Enjoy these photos from Sandy’s booth, and stay tuned to Her/LA’s FB page for updates on their next big idea.

Premstar Santana, Amanda Lee McCarty, & Suzy Mae

xo,
suzymae

LA ZINE FEST 2015

Feb 2, 2015

I figured out Zine Fest.

Earlier I was there, working through the crowds, trying to trade my comics for comics. Comics are good currency at Zine Fests.

Todd of Razorcake found out about Sandy the zine and asked us to represent in the “Old School, New School” panel. Naturally, yes. This is him at Razorcake HQ.

Zine Fest was held in HOMENETMEN, a big athletic center. Busy, yes, it was very, very busy. Over three thousand people were expected to arrive. It felt like three thousand. Parking… parking shall never be spoken of again.

Sandy was being sold at the Women’s Center For Creative Work table, bless them.

The panel was brilliant. We talked about the benefits of paper zines versus blogs & vice versa. For Amanda Lee McCarty and I, Sandy’s physical benefits outweigh the digital. We like having a tangible piece of media that can be held in your hands. Taken with you on vacation. Sexing up your coffee table. Instagram and all the other social portals have their own value. But Sandy’s content is meant to last longer and mean more than a single blog post.

Edit! Razorcake/Gorsky press just released the podcast of our conversations.

It’s accessible here: LA Zine Fest 2015 “Old School, New School” Panel Discussion

and a happy new year, tulum

Feb 2, 2015

Yes, it sounds like a Butthole Surfers song, but Mexican Christmas is what I did.

In Tulum, a strip of small indie shops, restaurants, and bars cooks in the Mexican sun, an hour away from Cancun, Tulum has sandy white beaches, bright blue water, and brilliant cabanas to boil your water in.

I have heard Tulum is trendy, that it is a hippie yoga haven. There is a massage parlor called Shambala and lower back tattoos galore. The shops sell flowy, colorful clothing that I wouldn’t be caught dead in.

On the beaches, iPod DJs play on the sand to blissed out young people, all tanning to the bone and charging up with can upon can of beer, beer, beer. All the beer.

Dogs run around, packless, looking up at the humans with a mixture of shame and supplication. “I have no wildness left in me; treat me with love,” they beg. Apparently there is one leash in Tulum.

The food is very good, especially at El Vegetariano and four star Cetli, but I recommend vomiting if you drink anything suspicious. Such as juice, tap water or anything not beer. Beer, beer, beer. Tequila is OK. All I want for Christmas is to not have my intestines cramp.

My advice? Rent a car, get an AirBNB, and people: never think you’re going to find parking at the airport on December 25th. This one had to pay $250 in parking or miss her flight… I digress. Tulum is a beauty, go!