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cleaning out boxes found this letter from revs, along with tons of other stuff from him.
back in the penpal days of trading flicks and stuff, revs was one of the best packages to get in the mail
kinda sucks for kids today that wont really ever experience the feeling of getting dope snail mail.
After speaking about the Berlin street signs at TYPO Berlin in May 2011 I was approached by Andreas Frohloff. In the mid-90’s he designed a digital version of the street sign typeface which is slowly replacing the old. This is a photocopy of the original template.
I used these street signs as the basis for my typeface, Metric. More info here: www.klim.co.nz/metric_info.php
Las palabras tienen vida, aunque vuelen. Aunque sean gratuitas y aunque sea fácil decirlas.
Pueden doler, o pueden devolver la magia.
Nos unen.
Y nos separan.
Así que mejor me callo, miro por el visor, y muestro las palabras ilustradas que más disfruto. Que además, son libros que me leen a mí.
Y no al revés.
A new year, a new project.
Honestly when I first started getting serious about photography, I didn't understand the allure of film. I didn't notice the subtle differences between a photo taken with film and a photo that had been photoshopped to look that way. I didn't recognize the differences between different types of film. I wasn't drawn to the challenge of film. I am generally rather disorganized, and I love the ease of organizing with digital and the general lack of extra stuff (film and prints) to organize. The cost of film was a deterrent as well.
Flash forward several years and now I get the subtleties and I get the attraction. I take fewer photos now (I have more skills and am more aware of what will work and what won't), so the cost of film and development and even the worrying about how to organize everything isn't quite as scary.
I've decided in 2012 to take up the challenge of film, and I've joined a few flickr groups to help me stay on track. One is for instant film and the other is for any film. I'll be shooting with a few polaroid cameras. I am taking my father's Nikon F in to be fixed this coming week. I have Holga and a White Slim Devil (like the Vivitar Ultra Wide & Slim), and I will be using those as well.
My long-time friend Lisa, who hasn't been a regular flickr user but is going to join me in these projects (yay!), mentioned that she was planning on journaling her experience, and I loved the idea, because not only would it look nice, but it would be a good way of keeping my prints organized. I ran out and bought a Moleskine (I love any excuse to buy a moleskine) and set it up this morning. I like having an analog way of recording this analog-focused year.
Here a nun and monk from the Historic Saltire Society are writing personal bookmarks for people and you can also try your own hand at it. I'm kicking myself for not trying out the drawing pens, they looked like a mixture of goose quills and wooden cut pens.
Well, it's felt like there was a death in the family today. But actually there was. Merlin made a one-way trip to the vet this morning having been suffering cancer, blindness, old age and dimentia. He went to join Jethro who also left our household to go to cat Heaven less than two weeks ago. but the main sadness was for eldest son and his young family due to set out for New Zealand in the morning. I finished off my Father to Son letter which I don't want him to open and read until he has started to get bored whilst locked up in quarantine. I expect their spirits to slip at times, and my letter will helpfully remind them they wanted this. This is their dream to live somewhere with a better quality of life: safer, more space, less crime, more leisure, more freedom and away from so much of the ludicrous wacky wokism and intolerance of our society over here. Adam is convinced we are just only beginning to see the demise of society over here, but he says, just you wait and see what it is like in ten years. He might be right, but meantime he's going to make sure his young children grow up healthier, freer and happier.
What does a proud father say to his eldest son before a momentous journey as he departs off into the big wide world ? Be a good husband, a wonderful father and a great human being. Bon voyage to you all! I love you, take care, be good, be lucky, be happy, be proud, stay safe!