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Anthony Bourdain and the Lunar Eclipse

guess who finished a zine? thank you, lunar eclipse: through your little window of mantic possibility i slipped in a project millions of years (it seemed) in the making. of course, i’ve left on a trip today so it may be another week before it mails out, but i’m bringing the mother copy with me in the hopes of finding a copyshop and post office in the little fishing villages of the ecuadorian coast i’m heading to. sounds pretty impossible but i’m stubborn and bringing that shit with me, reality can eat it! or something.

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shout out to vellum

mailing costs from here are pretty wack, so now’s the best time to order the zine. again, i’m open to discounts, trades, whatevs. it isn’t perfect, but i’m so relieved it’s over so that i can get started with the second issue. if you’re into travel writing, photography and zines, you’ll like it, trust. by the way, if you’re an illustrator or designer or otherwise-inclined embellish-er of things, get in touch! i wanna work with you (re: i suck at sketching.)

i will be documenting some grassroots community projects here (ecuadorian coast) as well as writing about my time in yoga camps and whatnot, so if you’re around and know of any news of that sort; are an editor and want to publish my sage scribbles; or just a traveler wanting to say hi, holla! you can do that at heyitsbani at gmail dot com.

that time i wore a turban
that time i wore a turban

i just got through with interviewing a really awesome person (RAP?) and am stoked to tell you all about it once the story’s out. also also also, keep checking the fb page ’cause i’m updating it a lot more now with traveling/POC/feminist/outdoorsy/queer/zine matter, which, if you haven’t discerned yet, is what i’m all about.

in other news, last night i dreamt that anthony bourdain was singing that gogol bordello song ‘start wearing purple’ to me somewhere in subterranean macau. ambien is most likely to blame.

chao!