This issue of YOU is just a postcard with the words “YOU DON’T NEED AN IPAD” written on the back. I get it, I really do. He’s tearing down the boundaries. He’s defying definition. Everything is a zine, “man”. But in my humble opinion, it’s just getting silly now. I mean soon the dude will be writing words in his own shit on napkins and distributing them around the place. “HERE! READ MY ZINE!” Uh, dude… that’s just a bit of paper with your name written on it in… what the fuck, is that shit? “YES YOU ARE CORRECT, THAT IS SHIT! THAT IS MY SHIT! IT’S MY ZINE! I AM A ZINESTER! PEOPLE FROM MELBOURNE LOVE ME! I AM A VISIONARY!”
YOU is an Australian zine. YOU is free. YOU can get copies from the Sticky Institute.