Editor’s Letter

by Meredith Reigle, aka Girl With No Posters

Welcome. You’ve wandered into my apartment of a website—please ignore the stack of half-finished zines on the coffee table and the posterless walls. It’s intentional.

I built girlwithnoposters.com because I wanted a space that feels like me: part essay, part outfit, part living room conversation you didn’t expect to stay for three hours. This isn’t social media. It’s slower. It’s stranger. It smells faintly of coffee, pencil shavings, cracked CD Cases and Chanel No. 5 left open too long.

Here you’ll find:

• Zines: little cultural experiments dressed up as artifacts. Sometimes they star Ferris Bueller or Lady Gaga; sometimes they star the quiet parts of me that don’t get Instagram airtime.

• The Journal: longer essays where I wrestle with politics, pop culture, and the philosophy of being alive in 2025. Think of it as the study—books stacked, lamp on, thoughts spilling.

• The Community Table: prompts, invitations, open threads. A digital salon where you can drop your own fragments, ideas, or moodboards.

I show my scars, not my wounds. I believe outfits are essays, interiors are autobiographies, and posters are just the visible tip of a much deeper iceberg.

If you’re here to read—welcome, sit down. If you’re here to collaborate—there’s room. And if you’re here by accident—stay for one page, see what unfolds.

Warmly,

Meredith