NYQZF
New York Queer Zine Fair 2025 Identity
Graphix, Alphabet Design
Published: July 2025
I created this identity in the summer of 2025 while I was exploring the idea of inking my comic Hexas. One day, I accidentally spilled ink that formed the shapes of an N, Y, and Q. I took it as a sign, and from there I spent a week hand-drawing an entire alphabet and visual identity for the New York Queer Zine Fair.
The fair has been a vital part of my growth as an artist and designer in New York City, so offering this identity to the founders felt like a way to give back. They embraced it, and I’m honored that it is now being used.
My goal was to reflect the diverse identities represented at the fair—something that felt distinctly queer, but also unified in the way that all New Yorkers are. Each letter was designed as its own character with a story to tell: some goofy and superheroic, others dancing with staccato terminals or clef-like extrusions, full of flair and honesty. The result is imperfect, yet flavorful—official in tone, but unconcerned with fitting in.
New York Queer Zine Fair 2025 Identity
Graphix, Alphabet Design
Published: July 2025
I created this identity in the summer of 2025 while I was exploring the idea of inking my comic Hexas. One day, I accidentally spilled ink that formed the shapes of an N, Y, and Q. I took it as a sign, and from there I spent a week hand-drawing an entire alphabet and visual identity for the New York Queer Zine Fair.
The fair has been a vital part of my growth as an artist and designer in New York City, so offering this identity to the founders felt like a way to give back. They embraced it, and I’m honored that it is now being used.
My goal was to reflect the diverse identities represented at the fair—something that felt distinctly queer, but also unified in the way that all New Yorkers are. Each letter was designed as its own character with a story to tell: some goofy and superheroic, others dancing with staccato terminals or clef-like extrusions, full of flair and honesty. The result is imperfect, yet flavorful—official in tone, but unconcerned with fitting in.