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On the first floor of the naughtiest corner in Zürich’s red light district (yes, it has one; no, it’s not especially seedy) sits Benjamin Sommerhalder, the softly spoken 32-year-old one-man-band behind niche publishing house Nieves. Releasing roughly 30 to 40 titles a year, from the ­­­lo-fi stapled Zines to the full-on artist books, Nieves has positioned itself comfortably on the shelves of the world’s best bookstores – operated by Sommerhalder almost singlehandedly from a rickety desk on Zürich’s Brauerstrasse, with its not-very-bookish vista…



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