pg 1- table of contents pg 2- about us
art
pg 3,4- breaking point pg 5,6- peasandcarrorcake poetry pg 7- growing up pg 8- the girl i used to know pg 9,10- dorothy lune stories pg 11,12- ysabelred pg 13,14- dobbin photography pg 15,16- ribs by nonny
about us
Misplaced Mag is a queer, teen led zine with a focus on giving young creatives a place to share all forms of art.
We are a safe space for everyone, except for those who spread hate. We hope to inspire teens to use their voices, share their work, and express who they are! This zine is a place for self expression and is a judgement free zone entirely.
For our first issue, I really wanted to focus on growing up and childhood memories. I feel as though it is very important for us to be connected with our inner child. It’s also important, but sometimes difficult, to reflect upon our childhood. As we grow up, we should stay in touch with that side of us. I wanted to focus on being a teenager as well, as it is a very important part of growing up. But not in a cheesy melodramatic teen brain documentary from 2003 way.
Thank you so much for reading !!!
breaking point
Simran Kaur (she/her) is a
surrealist still life, creative
by Simran Kaur
portrait, fashion photographer and
The traditional doodle illustration
artist currently based in London.
titled "Breaking Point " showcases
She is Punjabi and she was born and raised in Italy Simran's main objective is to make the viewer's dreams come true by creating intriguing setups, but she does also creates mental health and environmental awareness with her experimental photography. At the same time, she also creates
Simran's childhood memories. Simran Kaur did remember how during her childhood she used to throw her food down from the table on purpose, perhaps it used to be fun to watch the cereal roll away everywhere and the milk spill all over her little world. These fogged memories inspired Simran to create this traditional doodle illustration
dreamlike abstract visuals to make which also talks about how she used to the viewer explore another reality.
spill the world all over his dad and he
Simran Kaur gets inspired by
would always accept it to then clean it
people's dreams and visions, but
as nothing happened.
her childhood memories also
As Simran grew up she did stop
inspire her to create various
throwing food from the table but she
projects. To keep her childhood memories alive she started doodling digital and traditional illustrations which helps her to understand how she feels about those foggy memories of her childhood.
still spills the world to her dad. Sometimes they were tears other times they were just words and stories. Simran Kaur in addition started doodling first digitally and then traditionally as she discovered that doodling could help her to remember her childhood memories.
peasandcarrotcake This piece was made by carissa (she/her) aka peasandcarrotcake on instagram and tiktok! you can buy a print of this piece as well as stickers and other prints on her website !! go check out her work and support her ! https://peasandcarrotcake.bigcartel.com
growing up by james alec
by james alec
art insta- @trashmouthing !! personal account- @jamessalec
the girl i used to know
by haley parelman by haley parelman
the child that once inhabited my body would wish for pants the color of plums, hair shimmering with rubies, shoes green as the grass on a rainy day. she wanted fluttering fairies and cherry blossoms and constellations full of a million bright lights.
the girl that lives in my body now doesn’t have the same dreams she used to. she wishes for eyes like bluebells, strokes of purple on the walls, rosy cheeks on days when the breeze makes the leaves fall. what she wants now is sunflower fields and walks in big cites and journals full of a million words
what i wish for her is that she finds the pixies flying in the gardens, that she looks to the stars when there’s nothing else to look to. but i also hope she finds the city she dreams about, that she writes beautiful words about beautiful worlds
i hope she finds everything she’s always wanted. i hope she finds the happiness she needs.
To My Grave by dorothy lune
Sprinting to my grave he told me "turn the page" like teaching a child to breathe you know more than me. Dreading husbandry single friends outlive me there are no concrete rules she's punished, that's the same "truth or dare?" truth, I say sprinting to my grave.
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Traveling Oceans by dorothy lune (she/her)
YsabelRed
If a genie were to appear right in front of me and say I am granted three wishes, I know precisely what to wish for. First of all, I would like to know the title of the song stuck in my head right now. It goes like la, la, la, la, oooooh, yeah, yeah? I have a poor memory so an answer would be great. Second, I would wish for success and happiness for everyone. You’re very welcome. My last and most important wish is the
ability to go back in time and relive my childhood once again. Why? Because I took a tremendous amount of experiences and memories for granted. I’m staring at the clock, blocking out the sound of my lecture. I tap my foot on the floor and place my hands on my chin. I want to go home already. I’m hungry and definitely bored. I zone back in when my ears pay attention to the word ‘dismissal’. My hands are already holding my binder and pencil case, stuffing them in my bag, and heading out of school. It becomes a routine and eventually monotonous. Next thing I know I’m waking up once more to show up in the same building doing the same activities every day Now that was the gist, how I viewed school when I was young. However, when I took a step back to reflect on this, I realized my complaints did not matter because my good experiences were the most memorable. .
When the genie asks when to stop time, I would say right here: The moment my classmate would do something reckless, earning quiet laughs across the classroom. Maybe even that time when I got an impressive score in an arduous subject. I would even want to stop time as simple as when my friends and I would do tasks together, making it enjoyable and easier to accomplish. The events I chose were unadorned which makes me regret not living in it more. Notice how I chose those simple events, and not a time where I was making a fuss, or complaining? It’s because school isn’t just all about deadlines and lectures, but it can also be one of the best experiences you can go through. Growing up, taking things for granted was a big enemy of mine internally. I could never appreciate things in the present and only did when the moment had passed. I never realized that those simple events were something I would still cling to and reminisce about until today. Let’s be honest. There is an impossibly low chance of a genie appearing into my life and granting those wishes. So what I’m telling myself right now is to be my genie. The world will keep moving, but if you pause and look around every once in a while, you can appreciate life a little more. Yes, I possibly took my experiences for granted and rarely appreciated them. However, it is still possible for me to put an end to dwelling on the past and, instead, truly live my life--not just pass through it.
Dobbin
by nonny
it’s so weird how small things seem when you look back on them now you’ve grown. even just now i experienced this surreal alice-in-wonderland-out-of-proportion feeling when i visited an old tree i used to climb and play around when i was younger and i stood there in shock for a minute thinking, ‘were the branches really always this small?? how did those little twigs ever hold my weight?! how did i ever look upwards towards these leaves which seemed so out of reach then but which seem so far below me now!’
i felt this same way about dobbin when we found him in our garage, where he had been left forgotten and gathering dust. and the first thing i noticed was how small he was. his little saddle was so tiny, his mane so short and for a horse he was really no bigger than a dog. the second thing i noticed was how much i had once loved dobbin, just like all the other children who rode him and that’s saying something for me as i was never a big fan of horses (sorry any horse people reading this). but i guess he wasn’t a real horse. he felt real back then though and i remember him sitting proudly in our living room after he was given to me and my brother by my grandparents just like he had been given to their children many years before. grandad had rethreaded his mane and touched up his wood;he seemed to gleam in the sunlight coming through the window and my friends and i would wait impatiently as we took it in turns to have the honour of riding him.
and if he seemed this full of life then in the 2000s just imagine what he was like in the 80s when he was a brand new toy for my mum’s brothers and sisters! i asked my mum about dobbin back then and she told me he was just as popular with the children, especially the kids my granny used to child mind when my mum was a teenager. it’s sad to think of how dobbin had been shut away in a garage like a piece of junk after he had been played with and loved for so long. i probably blame a childhood of consuming media like toy story and hans christian andersen fairy tales for this weird story empathy i feel for old toys and other inanimate objects (don’t even get me started on my thing for used juice cartons) but i urge you…go and give your favourite teddy a hug! read that old picture book you used to love! check in on your old imaginary friend! your childhood misses you and you are probably missing it too.
here’s to growing up! -nonny
Thank You To... Dorothy Lune (she/her) instagram- @dorothylune newsletter- dorothylune.substack.com
Simran Kaur (she/her) instagram- @simran_k_01
James Alec (he/him) instagram- @trashmouthing
Nonny (he/they) instagram- @waxinggiibbousmoon soundcloud- nonny
Carissa Chung (she/her) instagram and tiktok- peasandcarrotcake youtube- carissa chung
Haley Parelman (she/her) instagram- @heleyparelman