Tony
About 15 years ago, I set out to create a zine that captured the essence of the ’90s and what it was like growing up in New York—aka the Empire State, aka the Rotten Apple. As teens, we hustled for quick cash and stayed dipped by any means necessary.
Recently, I came across a stash of unbound copies from my original run. I had spent countless hours laying out images and photos with a raw, novice approach, inspired by the zines I saw in early-’90s Soho—spots like Zat and others. Back then, Instagram had just launched, and only a handful of people in NYC were making their own zines—shoutout to my boy @ratmilkzine, whose work was clean yet raw.
I shared the idea with Futura, and he handed me a CD with InDesign to get a feel for layout concepts. But after a few days of scanning, I thought, Nah, I’m doing this my way. So off to the trenches I went, armed with my Swingline stapler, ready to put it together by hand.
That’s how The Old New York was born. Now, I’ve finally bound up a bunch, and you have the chance to grab one. Enjoy these snippets of photos—this comes straight from the token era, not Omni Pay or whatever you use now.
About 15 years ago, I set out to create a zine that captured the essence of the ’90s and what it was like growing up in New York—aka the Empire State, aka the Rotten Apple. As teens, we hustled for quick cash and stayed dipped by any means necessary.
Recently, I came across a stash of unbound copies from my original run. I had spent countless hours laying out images and photos with a raw, novice approach, inspired by the zines I saw in early-’90s Soho—spots like Zat and others. Back then, Instagram had just launched, and only a handful of people in NYC were making their own zines—shoutout to my boy @ratmilkzine, whose work was clean yet raw.
I shared the idea with Futura, and he handed me a CD with InDesign to get a feel for layout concepts. But after a few days of scanning, I thought, Nah, I’m doing this my way. So off to the trenches I went, armed with my Swingline stapler, ready to put it together by hand.
That’s how The Old New York was born. Now, I’ve finally bound up a bunch, and you have the chance to grab one. Enjoy these snippets of photos—this comes straight from the token era, not Omni Pay or whatever you use now.
About 15 years ago, I set out to create a zine that captured the essence of the ’90s and what it was like growing up in New York—aka the Empire State, aka the Rotten Apple. As teens, we hustled for quick cash and stayed dipped by any means necessary.
Recently, I came across a stash of unbound copies from my original run. I had spent countless hours laying out images and photos with a raw, novice approach, inspired by the zines I saw in early-’90s Soho—spots like Zat and others. Back then, Instagram had just launched, and only a handful of people in NYC were making their own zines—shoutout to my boy @ratmilkzine, whose work was clean yet raw.
I shared the idea with Futura, and he handed me a CD with InDesign to get a feel for layout concepts. But after a few days of scanning, I thought, Nah, I’m doing this my way. So off to the trenches I went, armed with my Swingline stapler, ready to put it together by hand.
That’s how The Old New York was born. Now, I’ve finally bound up a bunch, and you have the chance to grab one. Enjoy these snippets of photos—this comes straight from the token era, not Omni Pay or whatever you use now.