Holy Glitter Zine #3: Universe Unique

Holy Glitter Zine

Holy Glitter Zine Issue #3 UNIVERSE UNIQUE July 2015 Created and edited by Fleur Stiels www.holyglitterzine.blogspot.com All original artwork and text belong to Fleur Stiels and the other contributors, mentioned below

A big thank you to the lovely contributors!

Allison Tovey - instagram @suzybish0p Loubna Kouiba - instagram @stickerangel Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart - instagram @confettimonster Kristen Sinclair - www.bowiebrokemyheart.blogspot.co.uk Andrea - www.andreasuarezandrea.tumblr.com Maria Elena - www.pinkchanelsuit.com Maysa de Vries - instagram @maysajamie Viola Stiels - instagram @violllaax In茅s Card贸 - www.riotsandroses.blogspot.com Lydia Suffield - www.thelittleenigma.blogspot.com Cait - instagram @cait_the_lionheart Alice Rooke - www.ada-eggplant.tumblr.com Jessie Johnson - instagram @localmysteryshack

Welcome glittery inhabitants of planet earth Oh wow! You´re looking at the 3rd issue of HGZ already! Exactly one year ago, I came up with the whole zine idea and here we are, one year later and three zines published so far. This time we dive into the astonishing world of the universe: planets, stars, aliens, the moon, nebulas, space ships, astronauts, the sun...

When I was younger I went to the observatory on a field trip. I was amazed by the seize of our whole universe and everything (and everyone?) that’s out there. I got a star map and saved it in my ‘nature folder’, but I can’t remember if I ever used it though... Anyway, enjoy your ride through the magnificent alien world you’re about to enter!

xxx Fleur

Content playlist by Alice Rooke page 6 photo by Andrea page 7 collage “Moonhead” page 8 poem Viola Stiels page 9 artwork “Outer Linits” by Allison Tovey page 10 photo series “Alien Friends” page 16 poem by Maria Elena page 25 article “I’m not saying it was aliens... It was

aliens” by Kristen Sinclair page 26 Sailor moon page 28 poem “The astronaut’s sad song” by Inés Cardó page 35 collage “Stars stress too” by Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart page 36 photos “Star Struck” page 37 collages “Universe Geniuses” page 38 photos “Cactus Aliens” by Kristen Sinclair page 42 short stories by Lydia Suffield page 45 photo series “Penumbra” page 48 story “Moonbow” by Jaclyn DuBois Lock hart, illustrated by Loubna Kouiba page 60 photo series “Galaxy Garden” page 62 poem “Wonder” page 66 playlist “Moon Kid Supreme” by Cait page 68 illustration Banastronauts by Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart page 70 photos “Alien Paradise” by Jessie Johnson

and Loubna Kouiba page 72 free printables by Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart page 74 how to: give your room a galaxy make-over page 76 DIY “Galaxy Garland” page 82 illustration by Loubna Kouiba page 84

Master Yoda

welcomes you to the glorious world of

Universe Unique

playlist by alice rooke

Never seen – Lightning Dust Heavy Water/ I’d Rather Be Sleeping – Grouper Starry Eyes – Veronica Falls Venus As A Boy – Björk Two Weeks – FKA Twigs Chinatown – Wild Nothing Those Luminous Noises Are God – Pretend Dreams – Fleetwood Mac Signs – Bloc Party Two Planets – Bat For Lashes Celestica – Crystal Castles Moonage Daydream – David Bowie

Some Things Cosmic - Angel Olson Storms – Wold Alice

photo (right) by Andrea embroideries by Fleur

artwork (left) by Fleur poem and doodles by Viola Stiels

Alien Friends photo series by Fleur modelled by Maysa de Vries

“Let’s go on a play date, my dear alien friends! We can dance, have a snack and fool around.”

“Come on, you little fools. We have to go home again! Quit playing hide and seek now.�

poem by Maria Elena

“I’m not saying it was aliens... but it was aliens”

by Kristen Sinclair

A few days ago in the waiting room at the dentist’s, I saw an old man reading a newspaper with a headline about how you’re more likely to be abducted by aliens than win the lottery. Apparently, 10% of the U.S. population says they have seen an alien space craft with their own eyes.

From a young age, I’ve always been fascinated anything supernatural or unexplained in the universe. So, naturally, I’m a big believer in anything from ghosts to UFOs; hiding books about spooky legends and folklore from the school library when I was little was a regular occurrence, and I completely fell for a documentary about mermaids that aired on April Fool’s Day after arguing blind that it was true (it wasn’t). Maybe my fascination with all things outer space can explain my bizarre crush on Professor Brian Cox… However more recently, I’ve been taken in by the History Channel’s now infamous Ancient Aliens. You’ve probably seen the meme of the show’s creator Giorgio A. Tsoukalos with his ‘do hairspray-ed to stratospheric heights: “Is it possible that this was the result of advanced technology from extraterrestrial beings? The answer is yes!”

Basically, the show advocates Ancient Astronaut Theory, a belief that extraterrestrials with superior knowledge of science and engineering landed on Earth thousands of years ago, sharing their expertise with early civilizations and forever changing the course of human history. That’s to say that aliens are responsible for ancient pyramids, providing the Mayans with advanced knowledge, being the true Hindu gods and even getting involved in the American Civil War. According to Giorgio and pals, any door-shaped rock is actually a prehistoric star gate. And as for Noah and his ark? Actually a primeval alien and his spacecraft. More rhetorical questions are posed than answered, but the programme explores some genuinely interesting stuff nestled among a lot of dubious claims.

Although so-called ‘mainstream’ archaeologists have criticised the show’s pseudoscience, Tsoukalos’ brainchild is certainly worth watching for a laugh, as well as providing opportunity for late night tequila-fuelled discussions about if we’re really being watched from distant planets and what the government is hiding from us. If nothing else, you’ll get the answers to all of life’s mysteries: aliens.

The popular anime series Sailor Moon is based on our solar system and its planets, how wonderful is that?! It’s time that the main characters of this stunning series meet their planets...

Can you name them?

by Fleur

Sailor Moon

Sailor Jupiter

Sailor Mercury

Sailor Mars

Sailor Venus

artwork by Fleur

THE ASTRONAUT’S SAD SONG

by Inés Cardó

I thought the stars were aligned on your nacre back and the dust of your moon skin, oh, its smell devastated me all at once, because I keep on thinking of distances when there is no physical remoteness, just an atmosphere I cannot trespass and a gravity I cannot defy.

I have been told distances are huge in the universe, that you measure them in the speed of light, (well, I measure you in the speed of destruction) that there are billions of stars on the milky way, they are born, they grow, they explode and die with their incessant scratches of misleading light resembling you, your words, your ability to easily create supernovas in my skin out of bare silence And how I wish that silence, That true emptiness of a black hole in fury, Wouldn’t hurt so much right now, so I wouldn’t force myself to fill it night after night with this sad moon song.

collage (left) by Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart photos by Fleur

Margaret Hamilton

Neil deGrasse Tyson

Stephen Hawking

all collages by Fleur

In 2010, my family and I went on a trip to the USA and we visited a place called Sedona in Arizona, which is famous for its UFO sightings and not far from Area 51.

There was a little shop/museum for tourists about alien sightings in the area, and it had these little cactus aliens outside and by the famous rocks in the town.

by Kristen Sinclair

short stories by Lydia Suffield artwork by Fleur

I’m significant, screamed the dust speck.

-Calvin, Calvin and Hobbes

When I am little, my dad carries me outside into the garden and I stare up at the night sky, a bowl of blackness over the earth, dotted with stars that peek through from the other side. I blink and blink and my eyes try to take it all in at once.

“Everybody’s under the same sky” my dad tells me and I stare up at it, even though my eyes can’t take all of it in, when I try to count the stars.

When I’m a kid, I’m obsessed with the Horse-Head Nebula.

I save it as my background picture and want a poster of it on my wall and even though I know that clouds do not provide a solid surface for horse-riding, I want to stroke it’s mane. I have a dream that I am galloping the Horse-Head Nebula through the sky and cry when I wake up.

When I learn how big the Horse-Head Nebula actually is, I cry because I have nightmares about it. Not because I am scared of the sky or horses or stars, but because the idea of something so huge is too big for my little-kid mind and so it stretches my brain and scares me. * One night, I sit in the garden and try to count all the stars I can see. I fall asleep after I reach 42, and my mum has to carry me inside. No matter how hard I try, I can never count them all.

There’s something fascinating about the fact the world spins beneath us. As a kid, I sometimes spin in circles to try and go as fast as the planet but I can never catch up. It’s strange to stare into the sky at the Morning Star and know that it’s a planet even bigger than our own and that we can see it from hundreds of light years away, in time and space. * When I get older, I sometimes think about how strange it is that all of these things we care about so much-all of our doubts and worries and fears-are all crammed onto the same planet, spinning away in the middle of space. It’s such a strange feeling to know that we are simply these tiny dots in the middle of a universe so big that our minds could never stretch to imagine it.

It’s strange to imagine that even when none of us are here, this big, big universe will just keep spinning madly on.

photo serie s by Fleur modelled b y Maysa de Vries

Moonbow

By Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart Illustration by Loubna Kouibaa

Moonbow wasn’t like any girl I had ever known.

She wore eyeshadow like galaxies and spoke like the Ghost of Jupiter. Her hair was wild with tinges of cerulean and violet, like the birth of a supernova. I saw her dancing, one night, as I spied through her open window. I wasn’t trying to be creepy, didn’t mean to intrude on her privacy, but I had a knack for running away from time to time and the dogwood trees with their knobby arms were my refuge of choice in those days. The branch I’d perched myself upon, the one fullest of the blushing, velvety petals, gave me a clear view into Moonbow’s celestial den.

Her arms were tangled above her head, in defiance of gravity and gravity’s strict laws, and her legs flew behind her like a comet’s tail. I couldn’t hear the music – and it occurs to me now, that maybe there never was any – but the tune might have been a meteor shower, the lyrics space rocks in a glimmering sky. That was how Moonbow made me feel – when I watched her dance alone in her room or when I noticed her walk unaccompanied across the courtyard at school or when she raised her hand to answer an algebra problem with, “Infinity and beyond?” not to be funny but because why couldn’t there be a million different possibilities – she made me feel like magic but I knew I was just a telescope.

Before I officially met Moonbow, I had only kissed two girls in the entirety of my fifteen years of life: Roxanne Spiltz and Cora Larson. My friends told me Roxanne didn’t

really count (we were five at our dads’ work picnic and I never saw her again), and Cora broke my heart when she dumped me freshman year for the school’s soccer star, that dark-haired kid with the exotic name (Felipe? Maybe it was Francisco? Bastard, either way). After Cora, I swore off girls…for about three weeks, when Mrs. Pilkers paired me up with stunning Kelly Tippin for a chemistry lab. Still shaken from my previous relationship, I told Kelly she was pretty as soon as we sat down on our pair of stools and she raised her hand, right then and there, in front of the entire class, to ask Mrs. Pilkers if she could please change lab partners. We all knew Kelly would get her way, as Mrs. Pilkers had let us know on more than one occasion how she felt about “little boys and their germy, grimy ways”. Mrs. P paired me up with Moonbow instead.

Because we agreed we’d never actually use nucleation in real life, we ditched the crystallography lab work and Moonbow showed me how to make ice cream out of NaCl (that’s sodium chloride for all you non-chemistry students out there), a baggie, and some ice and milk we “borrowed” from Mrs. P’s tiny refrigerator by the closet. We earned two days’ suspension, one for defying classroom instructions and the other for stealing from a teacher, even after Moonbow replaced the few cups of milk with an entire gallon.

We returned to school on a Thursday and Moonbow slid her tray next to mine at the sticky, circular table at lunch.

“What’re you doing?” The other guys at the table were staring.

She shrugged. “Eating lunch, you weirdo.”

“You can’t eat here.” My friends were snickering now.

“Oh.” She tucked a thick strand of indigo behind her ear and stood. She didn’t scowl at me and she didn’t cry, but she tilted her head like a confused puppy. “Maybe you shouldn’t, either.”

I couldn’t forget what Moonbow said and I found her after school, later that night, in one of my favorite runaway hideout trees. The dogwood flowers had just blossomed pink and rare, perfuming the neighborhood with their holy silk petals. “I had a feeling you’d come find me,” she said, and I wasn’t surprised because I knew she would, somehow.

We met every night for a month, collecting stars in the sky and uncovering life’s unfathomable enigmas (Why do teachers give homework? and What is mankind’s purpose on this planet? are just a sampling of such discussion topics) and awkwardly holding hands because that’s what you do when someone’s hurting and between the two of us, we had plenty of hurts.

Moonbow’s dad got a job in Washington and her family moved away the next month. It was June and the sky was heavy and hot, even at night as the sky blistered me in darkness and the moon promised me light.

These days, even when I can’t find the moon at night, she still does.

GALAXY GALAXY GARDEN GARDEN

photo series by Fleur

The universe is not easy to understand Its beauty is beyond, take time to comprehend The planets, the stars, nebulas, the moon You could lose yourself in there, nor later nor soon It’s nature at its finest way Being gorgeous, being spooky; adoring is okay Adventurous travellers have explored it somehow Getting not too close to the sun: so majestic you should bow If you believe it or not, other species are living there too We might never meet them though, we will never know who Your view becomes darker, dissapears into an endless night That’s why you can’t see the struggle of aliens who continually fight It will never amaze me, the size of this wonder

poem and digital collage by Fleur

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moon

kid

supreme

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a playlist to remind you are a child of the universe playlist and artwork by Cait

i. Planet - Anamanaguchi ii. Pure - Blackbird Blackbird iii. We Were Young - ODESZA iv. Celestica - Crystal Castles v. The Mother We Share - CHVRCHES vi. Amenamy (John Hopkins Remix) - Purity Ring vii. Chloroform - Phoenix viii. Fantasy - DyE ix. While On Saturn’s Rings - Ernest Gonzales x. Hayling - FC/Kahuna xi. The Suburbs (Mr. Little Jeans Cover) - Arcade Fire xii. Stargazer-Aether

BANASTRONAUTS GOING ON AN ADVENTURE! illustration by Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart

Alien Paradise collage by Jessie Johnson photo (right) by Fleur illustration (right) by Loubna Kouibaa

FREE PRINTABLES

By Jaclyn DuBois Lockhart

Jaclyn created the cutest illustrations, so you can print them yourself and use them in your own way. Use them as badges, stick them on your notebook or print them on transfer paper and iron them onto a shirt. How fun is that?!

Go to the Holy Glitter Zine blog to download the free printables. www.holyglitterzine.blogspot.com

HOW TO: give your room a galaxy make-over

photo series by Fleur

galaxy garland a DIY by Fleur

You will need: -magazine sheets with galaxy themed images -a hole punch -punch (2.5 inch) -wool -scissors -glue (optional) step 1: Use the punch to get several round shaped cuts out of the magazine sheets. I punched 20 for my garland. step 2: Use the hole punch to punch two small holes both at the top of the circles. Here’s where you will string the wool.

Step 3: Make a loop at the end op the thread. String the wool through the holes. You can use a needle, but it’s not really neccessary. You can choose whether you’d like the thread to be seen on the top or not. Make sure your thread is long enough!

Step 4: (optional) Apply little glue to the thread, so the circles will keep in place.

Step 5: String all the circles, so you get a nice, long garland. When finished, cut the thread and make another loop.

Step 6: Ta-daaah! Your galaxy garland is ready! You can use the loops at the end to hang your garland on the wall. Enjoy! :)

illustration by Loubna Kouibaa

You’ve reached the end of the Universe Unique World

I wish to thank you warmly for reading the third issue of Holy Glitter Zine!

Copyright Š 2015 Holy Glitter Zine Fleur Stiels www.holyglitterzine.blogspot.com