After the Blue
'The night sky is always the densest shade of blue, almost transparent blue, too many metaphors and interpretations for blue. I wanted to present a zine in the form of an album, a small photographic collection. For some reason that I forgot, it has ended up inverted. So the first half is B side and the second half is A side, leaving the front and back covers tucked away in the middle. Itās a temporary and incomplete universal set of blue, a collection of my small observations and the imaginations unfolding from the color over the past three years, a somewhat improper tribute to the music I like.
For the hour the light turned soft as noise.'
Text by Yiyang Sun
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After the Blue
After the Blue
'The night sky is always the densest shade of blue, almost transparent blue, too many metaphors and interpretations for blue. I wanted to present a zine in the form of an album, a small photographic collection. For some reason that I forgot, it has ended up inverted. So the first half is B side and the second half is A side, leaving the front and back covers tucked away in the middle. Itās a temporary and incomplete universal set of blue, a collection of my small observations and the imaginations unfolding from the color over the past three years, a somewhat improper tribute to the music I like.
For the hour the light turned soft as noise.'
Text by Yiyang Sun
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'The night sky is always the densest shade of blue, almost transparent blue, too many metaphors and interpretations for blue. I wanted to present a zine in the form of an album, a small photographic collection. For some reason that I forgot, it has ended up inverted. So the first half is B side and the second half is A side, leaving the front and back covers tucked away in the middle. Itās a temporary and incomplete universal set of blue, a collection of my small observations and the imaginations unfolding from the color over the past three years, a somewhat improper tribute to the music I like.
For the hour the light turned soft as noise.'
Text by Yiyang Sun























