The homegirl JS took one for gentrification the other week, sacrificing a non-shining eye and a purse full of goodies in exchange for 18 months of cheap rent in Bedstuy. Moving time. Five days later and her face is still a horrid mess. Fucking teenagers.
With that said, methinks this blog needeth an explanation: DCQ’s been preparing to come at ya for more than two years now, an idea that developed into a concept and has remained such since summer ‘06. We’re into the latter stages of dropping our first print issue, with a website also forthcoming. Once we’re fully operational, you’ll be looking at an online zine with periodic print releases distributed in our three hubs: NYC, SFC and LA/OC. We’re onto music, politics, art, multiculturalism and sports, with a focus on the places we live (see previous sentence) and visit, and creating under one overriding rule: We don’t print pieces on anything that we don’t find entirely enthralling or hilarious (and sometimes both).
So there it is. Time to get get on with the damn thing already. Enjoy.
