Brooklyn’s Zine Fair Prints in Williamsburg

Williamsburg pressed last night with Brooklyn’s Zine Fair, inking NYC’s spring at a Kent loft. Zinester Jay Patel sold stapled art as 300 flipped, a $5 ticket fest of DIY. It’s borough pages—pure BK vibe, stacks hot. A kid nabbed a comic; a pro bagged a rant. ‘Brooklyn reads—this is it,’ Patel says, stacking zines. The room turned press.

The fair’s fresh—March 19’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing tables by noon. Patel’s a Bushwick printer; last night’s crowd hit max—pages turned. A latecomer nabbed a spot; ink smudged—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—print ruled. #BKZineFair trended; Queens wants a staple.

Some griped—’Too niche,’ sniped a newbie, dodging rants. Space squeezed—latecomers stood; art held. A table tipped—righted quick; sales rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Williamsburg owns it—zines rule. The loft’s never printed so bold.

Patel’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a swap if spring bites. ‘NYC’s voice—this speaks it,’ he says, packing stacks. The fair’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets pulp. It’s a zine rush; catch the next. Bring a buck—pages call.