Our old Charleston office was really small so we moved into a big building. But that building wasn't ready on time, so we worked for a month out of a historic theater in downtown Charleston.

It was a hell of a month. We mean that in a good way! And in a bad way.

At some point we decided to memorialize this crazy parenthetical with a newsprint zine. All images, no words, lots of memories.
We brought in a ton of extension cords and worked in the center of the theater's cavernous main floor. Birds of prey flew over our heads - true story, too long to tell here.
We worked in the dressing rooms, surrounded by a crowd of our own reflections and the smell of closely packed bodies. We grew closer and we grew more excited about the new office.