Walking from Whitechapel to the Barbican the other day, I dropped in at Rough Trade East. When I was a teenager, the Rough Trade shops had racks stuffed with dog-eared, photocopied, handmade zines. I would take copies of my music fanzine Homelovin’ to sell there. Such a beautiful way for writing to disseminate. It was through selling Homelovin’ at Rough Trade that I met William; he picked up a copy at the Notting Hill shop and is now one of my oldest friends.
Rough Trade
Rough Trade
Rough Trade
Walking from Whitechapel to the Barbican the other day, I dropped in at Rough Trade East. When I was a teenager, the Rough Trade shops had racks stuffed with dog-eared, photocopied, handmade zines. I would take copies of my music fanzine Homelovin’ to sell there. Such a beautiful way for writing to disseminate. It was through selling Homelovin’ at Rough Trade that I met William; he picked up a copy at the Notting Hill shop and is now one of my oldest friends.