A man and a woman facing away from a painting of a black woman at an art gallery

Not Talked About

On a cold evening late last fall, the crisp air urges guests to pull their coats tighter. When guests step inside capsul Studio in Toronto’s Liberty Village neighbourhood, the space radiates coziness, not just from the heating but from the energy of attendees. Conversations mix with the soft hum of background music.
The background of the image is a light pink, in the foreground, a white ringed notepad is pictured. The notepad reads “See you in the field, xoxo Reporter,” written in cursive. Behind the notepad, lies four other notepads stacked on top of each other. From the bottom up, the colors are blue, purple, pink, and yellow.

Love & Journalism

I’ve just gone through a break-up. It’s 2 a.m. and my computer screen casts light on my face in the darkness of my room. A past lover is posting selfies on Instagram. While he’s living his best life, I’m trying to finish a 2,000-word feature for the Review. I’m grappling with heartache and asking myself if any of it was real. Did he care at all? Staring at the blank screen, I wonder why heartbreak always hits hardest when you have a deadline.

Free as a Zine

As community-focused storytelling becomes increasingly rare, zines offer readers connection and truth to niche subjects. While mainstream media often prioritizes clicks over community, zines like Rage, What Is to Be Done, and A Black Image Manifesto are carving out spaces where liberation movements can thrive and under-represented voices can flourish.