New York I Love You

. ..but you're bringing me down 

New York I Love You, but you're bringing me down.
A recent book edition created as an ode to the Big Apple and my three months spent there in the winter of 2011. A photographic and text response to the patterns of life in an unrelenting city. A struggle/survive, embrace/despise, resist/collide tone resonating from beginning to end. A love letter to the man, rather than Manhattan.

One colour digitally printed, perfect bound with hand made cover in Atlantic Mist book cloth, heat foil debossed with silver Empire State. Edition of 10, 2013, £15 available here.

You Reap What You Sow

After weeks of sorting the tinniest to the most obscure orphaned letterpress type at the NY Center for Book Arts, I selected the font for my New York Intervention message, typeset, printed and distributed 90 cards (one for each day of my stay) around the beautiful city . They were the imprint I left behind, a gesture to the lessons learnt, and a little shock to those that don't expect to receive without giving.

'All you can take with you is that which you've given away.' F.Capra

Dance Card (Fred & Ginger)

*Hot off the Vandercook press*
Snap up a letterpress printed Dance Card (Fred & Ginger) for £5.

Watch Fred and Ginger dance the light fantastic. Letterpress printed in an edition of 115, complete with hand tinted vermillion watercolour detail and velvet ribbons. Twist the ribbons then release to witness the magic of the best dance duo ever to grace the silver screen. 110 x 75mm, Letterpress printed from Polymer plates on Bristol 400gsm paper, 2011.

Homemade Christmas

Unable to curb my collectors instinct even whilst living a little hand to mouth, I spy abandoned/broken/sad looking foundlings on New York's streets, I scoop them up, attach thread and hang them from our tree branch. A plastic horse head now dangles from its nostrils, a rusty bolt now adorns a pink satin ribbon, an empty chestnut shell now homes a pair of mink earrings. A season of the simplest pleasures.


We visited the enlightening Booklyn in Brooklyn to spend a couple of hours reading a selection of artists' publications. Marshall made us feel mighty welcome, energized and completely inspired. We needed a sit down and an ale at Brouwerij Lane after all those magnificent editions.

Holidays (love letter to new york I).

It's begun. Pecan pies line all bakery windows. Ornate baubles grace every naked branch. Giant toy figurines jump out at me in the post office. My first glimpse of a seasonal tree graces the lobby of the NY Public Library and it takes my breath away.

Happy Thanksgiving

accidently eating dinner from the dog's bowl (or piglet's) on the eve of Thanksgiving.
cooking toad in the hole in a miniature 'pizza oven' and on one electric hob.
no gas and blunged into darkness when 2 hobs are on.
a challenging culinary episode, yet the yorkshire pudding did rise and the gravy was hot.
mustard and custard.
no old boots.

A Sweet Autumnal

On Saturday I walked to Brooklyn Museum, taking in the magic of the 'Unnameable Bookshop', a cup of hot cider at the Prospect Park Farmers Market and some thought provoking exhibits. I sought out the Eva Hesse 'Spectres' show, and the 'Centre for Feminist Art' but found myself captivated by the informal talk and tour given by the NY based artist Sanford Biggers around his current show 'Sweet Funk - An Introspective'. I was particularly drawn to the 'Cheshire Grin' appearing and disappearing above his 'Blossom' tree/piano sculpture. Transported to the comfort of Lewis Carroll's 'Wonderland' yet informed by the reference to racial stereotypes the piece embodies. It was a real treat to hear the artist speak and his energy stayed with me throughout an application endured weekend.