Nothing Happens Here
44 pages; 5.5 X 8.5 (half-letter size) on 40 lb. heavyweight matte paper.
Nothing Happens Here is chronologically the second of two sister zines that form a love/hate letter to the suburb I grew up and live in. Every single picture was taken either on my street or on the next street over, but the focus here is on how it felt to move back here after spending almost a year in another city. All of these pictures were taken after I moved out of my parents’ house for the first time, either while on visits back home or after moving back here more permanently. It’s a reflection on my shifting view on the role of suburbia, how living here affected my photographic voice, and how moving away and back again felt as someone who never travels. Both zines in the series stand on their own, but they tell two separate parts of the story.
44 pages; 5.5 X 8.5 (half-letter size) on 40 lb. heavyweight matte paper.
Nothing Happens Here is chronologically the second of two sister zines that form a love/hate letter to the suburb I grew up and live in. Every single picture was taken either on my street or on the next street over, but the focus here is on how it felt to move back here after spending almost a year in another city. All of these pictures were taken after I moved out of my parents’ house for the first time, either while on visits back home or after moving back here more permanently. It’s a reflection on my shifting view on the role of suburbia, how living here affected my photographic voice, and how moving away and back again felt as someone who never travels. Both zines in the series stand on their own, but they tell two separate parts of the story.
44 pages; 5.5 X 8.5 (half-letter size) on 40 lb. heavyweight matte paper.
Nothing Happens Here is chronologically the second of two sister zines that form a love/hate letter to the suburb I grew up and live in. Every single picture was taken either on my street or on the next street over, but the focus here is on how it felt to move back here after spending almost a year in another city. All of these pictures were taken after I moved out of my parents’ house for the first time, either while on visits back home or after moving back here more permanently. It’s a reflection on my shifting view on the role of suburbia, how living here affected my photographic voice, and how moving away and back again felt as someone who never travels. Both zines in the series stand on their own, but they tell two separate parts of the story.