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I decided to use my lomo notebook as a daily journal, illustrating what I do everyday, or at least on the most interesting ones (:
That's the first page.
For We're Here! who are visiting Notebook Mods today.
Just a quick snap as I've been battling a cold.
These Field Notes pocket notebooks are great, but they slowly disintegrate in my pocket.
The duct tape seen here was applied while on the road in Illinois. I was in the lobby of a hotel reviewing my notes from the previous day, when the cover split in two. The lady working the registration desk was kind enough to locate a roll of duck tape for me and a few pieces later, it was good as new.
This is my Hipster PDA To-Do List (TDL). Its make up of waste / recycle paper cut into quarters, and bind with clip.
These two notebooks are bound using a chopstick on the spine. Both books are about 9" x 4.5" and have 50 pages.
The covers are made with cardstock. The darker pink book has pale pink Japanese metallic flecked paper for the first and last pages, and the remaining pages are pink. The lighter pink book has lightweight yellowish Japanese paper for the first and last pages, and the remaining pages are white.
Both books have a short beaded string embellishment attached at the top of the chopstick, and I used little flower images that I carved and printed onto the covers using gold ink.
SOLD
i have a tutorial on my blog for making these notebooks, check it out here:
myhandboundbooks.blogspot.com/2007/07/bookbinding-101-cho...
2 handmade notebook covers, made from handmade felt.
The felt pieces I used:
自制的Twitter 书签，用照相纸打印并手工裁剪的。
PDF源文件下载： www.uushare.com/user/rikulu/file/1923625
Twitter Notebook: riku.me/tbook
Tight back and raised bands, meaning that the leather on the back is attached directly to the stitched spine of the textblock. The bands are the actual cords on which the signatures are sewn. The leather comes from a well-worn couch that used to be in my childhood home. Front and back covers are thin and somewhat flexible.
I don't know why my print always ends up looking so funny when I use these pens. That's really not how it looks at all. So, a poem.
I believe in ghosts. I believe in
the way light bends around the
marks you left on my skin and around
the edges of the outline of my soul.
I believe that ghosts are the reason
why the first golden leaves of fall
make me shake, why I can't even
look at the pearl earrings without
feeling your fingers brush my hair
away from my ears' new prize and
hearing the sigh you sighed as you
gave me something to cry about
years later in the dark of a foreign
hotel, wondering where the remnants
of people's memories go after death,
where the sound of their voice is
kept and why some people are
completely forgotten, only to creep
back in under the guise of fog,
pulling at the edges of perception
until morning, when the sun brushes
the horizon pink and only the dying
believe in ghosts