A zine called 'Clinic' that I did for my poet friends at Goldsmiths. The name was one that Sam, Parkes and Rachael came up with because they had nothing in common except that they all went to the clinic on the day they decided to make a poetry collective.

Obviously, the word clinic instantly flashes up images of white walls, machines and sanitation, so i felt this should be mimicked in the layout and presentation of the zine. Black text on stark white background is, obviously, ubiquitous but we agreed it suited the message of the zine best. I created a couple of small collages to balance out the double spreads and went about printing of a couple of copies at home.