The LINZ ZINE editorial room started at HP23.
We walk through Linz, scan the city through an AI lens, and turn what we find into a ZINE the same day.
Then we bring it to a café near OK PLATZ and open a tiny, improvised bookstore.
People in Linz read it and talk back.
We misspelled Danube.
An Israeli design scholar told us our editorial lens was still too narrow.
Local women told us what felt right, what felt strange, and what actually felt like Linz.
Some people now come to HP23 not just to see the ZINE, but to see the editorial room itself as an art project.
Young people from Japan who knew almost nothing about Linz came here and started looking.
The mistakes, criticism, conversations, and new pages all become part of the next issue.
LINZ ZINE keeps walking.
