Based in Melbourne, Australia, Punk began as one anonymous writer, then became two, and is now mostly back to one, who’s not entirely anonymous and not currently female, even though Punk still is. It’s all explained in the official handover.
Punk hit the internet in 2015 with a manifesto:
How the hell has it come to pass that the cool young people are wearing gingham dresses and crocheting and trimming their beards with scrimshaw knives, while remaining oblivious to the joys of the wonderful olde-schoole world of philately?
“Philately? You mean stamp collecting?” Pfft! Stamp collecting is for children and idiots. Let the Punk Philatelist lead you to where the grown-ups live. Where murderers and millionaires collect and connive. Where countries go to war over the design of a postage stamp. Where ambition, ego and chance discoveries of an old envelope between the pages of a second-hand book can bring instant fortunes.
It’s a world where artists passionate about their work create tiny works of art, only to see them bought and immediately dispatched by unthinking humans like you. Well, it’s time to start thinking, buster, because the forces of Boring are waging a war on these masterpieces, and every time you meekly slap another dreary postal barcode on your mail instead of using your consumer power to demand a stamp, you don’t even realise you’re the bad guy.
So, what IFL Science has done for quantum physics, the Punk Philatelist intends to do for 1930s zeppelin mail. (Just look at the Art Deco majesty of those beauties. Come to Mama.) And it’s worth paying attention, because your grandfather will die soon, and you’ll want to leg it with his stamp album.