Meet zinemaker and Hamburger Eyes mastermind Ray Potes

Growing up in a northern suburb of San Diego, Potes honed his photography skills and stapled together skate and music-inspired zines for his friends. In high school, he worked the graveyard shift at Kinko’s, getting busy with copy machines at three in the morning and churning out sacred content in monochrome print. In 2001, he and his friends came up with the beloved title Hamburger Eyes, their term to describe “the look girls flash at guys”. He made thirty copies of the first issue.

Today, Hamburger Eyes is on its fifteenth issue and the momentum keeps rolling. “In suburbia, when you get into something, you get way into it,” says Ray about his youth. “I noticed my friends who were guitar players were so good at playing guitar. My friends that skated were so good at skateboarding. My friends that surfed, were so good at surfing. It’s the same with photography. You just get way into it. In the city, there are a lot of distractions and there is so much going on all the time. Living in suburbia, I had more time and was bored. With that boredom, I found something to work on.”

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He gives me a tour of his 2,500 square-foot studio, equipped with darkrooms for eight individual renters, a broken colour processor from the 1980s, a practice corner complete with guitars and drum set, and crap everywhere in-between. There’s a life-sized stuffed alien, a bachelor’s saggy old couch, crumpled papers on the floor, photos in frames, photos tacked on the wall – photos all around. The only light shines from the five or six windows in the lab. Everything else lies hidden in the dark.

Hamburger Eyes, the zine, is a hands-on enterprise. “We print it, cut it and bind it all here at the studio,” Ray explains. “If you add it all up, we don’t get that much money – adding up the cost, versus how much came in, versus how many zines go to stores – it’s really not that much dough, if any. But it’s knowing that those 300 zines are gone and are on people’s bookshelves – that’s the payoff.”

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Ray has the place to himself most of the time. Occasionally friends stop by and help glue books together, or jam, but the once bustling studio has calmed down. The cops stopped coming around to shut down parties, and his only regular company is the renters that come and go through the darkrooms.

Hamburger Eyes receives submissions from photographers all over. Compiling the content for each zine, Ray says, is the best part of publishing: “The photographers I like the most are the ones who shoot the most. I like the idea that they’re shooting all day. They’re creating time to make that happen.”

He and his brother, David, contribute a few of their own photos, but most of the zine is a collaboration of photographers across the world. They are exclusively black and white and often very confrontational – a woman’s bloody nose drips into her mouth, a fat man’s balls dangle beneath his sarong, women ride elephants in their bikinis. They’re provocative yet sweet, unsettling yet intriguing, telling the story of neighbours and friends out on the sidewalk trying to get by.