Festival of the Photocopier 2017
by Bec
Sunday 12th February, Melbourne Town Hall
Having now attended three Festival of the Photocopier zine fairs I can predict that my body will respond in a time tested manner. A few hours before I will get a little short of breath and I can’t eat which equates to a minimal breakfast on the morning. As I trudge up to the town hall with my backpack full of zines I see how many people are already waiting in line to get in and set up and I realise how different Melbourne is to Adelaide in sheer number of zinesters. 11am ticks by and my heart beats faster as I scurry in with zine pal George Rex to nab a table and display my zines, hopefully not taking up more than my half. Because I am nervous I then proceed to drink about a litre and a half of water before the crowds roll in at noon and then have to leave poor George to man the table as I zip out to the loo about five times throughout the rest of the day.
Having said all that it is my actual favourite day of the year. It is pretty much everyone I love in one room. This year seemed to be even busier than last, some tables having a hovering crowd of three people deep, all keen to fill their bags with zines. Not only was I lucky enough to sit next to George who always makes a killing with her great zines, but I made a new table buddy friend in Christian Roux, whose live comic drawing on the day showcased how some people are just bursting with talent.
In my short breaks of whipping around the tables to do some personal shopping I was very pleased to pick up these lovely zines, all which I read within about four hours of getting home.
Five hours goes by quite fast and before you know it you are scoffing down last minute Lord of the Fries then walking up the hill to catch your SkyBus back to the airport. Thank you Sticky Institute for my annual life highlight.









