A brief discourse on typography and its place in our collective histories, with specific relation to the industrial revolution

In which a selection of aged advertising signs collected by a dedicated individual are presented for your surprise and delight.

In which a favourite game of your author's childhood is revived spectacularly.

An exciting development has appeared on our hero's horizon, and he's too excited not to share it...

Once again, your author finds the present day lacking the charm of yesteryear.

An unused concept for a Valentine's Day + alcohol themed illustration.

Quite a long time ago I helped Urban Industry out with their new logo. Here it is. They gave me some t-shirts and stuff in exchange for the gift of some intense Avant Garde custom ligature action. Everyone was, and as far as I'm aware still is, happy.

We were going to have a party. It was going to be today. There will be no party.

I covered the address up in case any of you are stalkers or anything. Not you, Mum, the other two.

Lettercult are running an Alphabattle all year where every two weeks they invite submissions for a different letter. I did an L. They published it. Roger that, homelords.

It's Alphabattle time again. Here you go.

I went to New York City. It's pretty great, you get cheese and maple syrup with almost all food and everyone's really friendly until you get in their way. This blog post's not about that, though - it's about the surprising differences in visual culture that lurk semi-obfuscated in the city, specifically relating to typography. Maybe breakfast would have been a better subject. Too late now. Here are three typographic observations on the city that never sleeps:

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