Here is a collage I made a few years ago.
I tend to look down on this art form, seeing as appropriate for teenage girls, but the power of the zine is still lurking somewhere in the cerebral cortex, and that day I had to let it out. It's interesting to me that zines were the dominant creative form (in some subcultures, definitely mine), but as time passed, easier and more efficient methods dominated. Such as this. Or MySpace. I suppose there were fewer swingers wielding the tape, but it's really oh so much the same.
An old cover.
Ah, youth. Etc...