I’m pleased to announce that my dreams have come true. They actually came true three years ago, when Claudia Wu and Kerry Diamond launched Cherry Bombe, a magazine celebrating women and food.
Cherry Bombe is a biannual print-only publication with a gorgeous aesthetic that mixes white space with colorful personality. Wu and Diamond love the so-called “dead” journalism mediums; Cherry Bombe exists in print, radio, and live forms only. That includes the mag itself, Radio Cherry Bombe (a weekly conversation with Wu, Diamond and others of the coolest women ever), and Jubilee (an annual conference that brings all of these cool people together so that they can share their energy and get even cooler). I’ll attend Jubilee one day, but I get to read and listen in the meantime.
So here goes the fan-girling:
Normal day in the Barnard life. Cut to me in the elevator post-orgo-lab hoping and praying my issue of Cherry Bombe has arrived. Cut to me exiting the elevator with goggle marks still fresh. Back-of-the-mailbox shot of the tears in my eyes when I see my Altschul mailbox crowded by a hefty cardboard object. Jump cut to me savagely reducing that object to its true form, Issue No6 of Cherry Bombe. I do end up nicely hanging the cardboard label with my name and address handwritten by some cool woman who works for Cherry Bombe. I know it’s a small team, so it could be Wu or Diamond herself calling out to me. Are you there, Cherry Bombe goddess?
Slowly so as not to disturb the magical design-induced aura of Cherry Bombe, I curl the cover back and I embark.
To be continued . . .