MANIFESTVM is not your average niche publication. It’s self-published, self-possessed, and slightly possessed. Born from a queer mind with a fine arts backbone and a taste for irony, MANIFESTVM doesn’t whisper—it prints in bold. Crafted between acid baths, ink stains, and endless nights of overthinking, each edition is a visual slap in the face of normativity. Rooted in deep research and academic rigor (hello, Brera Academy), this project blends the sacred and the profane, the historical and the hyper-contemporary. Engraving, lithography, cyanotype, AI, collage, stitching, photography—if it stains paper or pixels, it belongs here.
Think old-school newspaper meets underground manifesto. Think tabaccheria drama with a queer twist. Think zine, but elevated, layered, defiant. Each issue is a curated stage, where politics and aesthetics fight it out—loudly, elegantly, and with a little eyeliner.
MANIFESTVM collaborates with a rotating cast of writers, theorists, designers, fashion misfits, and visual renegades. The result? Printed objects that are loud, tactile, and unapologetically alive. You might call it a magazine. I call them editions—each one a carefully staged act of visual resistance. It’s spelled MANIFESTVM—with a V, like the old Romans did. (But don’t worry, you can still pronounce it “manifesto.”)
