48,950 hand cramps and an exorbitant number of Prismacolor pens later, we’re finally done with Take Out #1!
My work table went from zine-making station to a packing station in less than twelve hours. Haven’t yet figured out which is messier. (The above pictures were taken after a good forearm swipe moved 88% of the junk just out of frame.)
Also, I’m convinced my entire studio smells like toner. But that could just be my overactive imagination.
If you’re interested in bringing that lovely smell to your own place of residence —-> takeoutzine.com/issues