Print is not dead, it’s become underground again, writing even more sacred for subterfuge against surveillance society than spoken word – where televisions and phones monitor us, selling us a feedback loop which no-one but non-participants in the corporate ministries (as Danielle De Picciotto calls them) can escape. It was the editor of Wire magazine who told me I must read Danielle’s book on Berlin, The Beauty of Transgression, I adored it. I needed new influences. Our correspondence now goes back to 2011. The first edition of COLD LIPS is a response to having grown up in the media, I was writing for magazines and on TV at 19, but who was gonna publish a story on De Picciotto? Or people like her? I started a literary night at Arts Club East in Shoreditch last year, the Sylvia Plath Fan Club, and have been met by such genuine thankful enthusiasm, I’ve put my hand in a very empty pocket to make a magazine, as an extension of the night. Thanks for reading.
Love x
Kirsty Allison, Editor
