Over the summer I moved from my lovely flat in quiet Reading and moved into a little sliver of a neighborhood at the far end of Tooting in South London. Living in London is decidedly more interesting, but I can't really afford to live in any of the really interesting bits. My little attic flat has its charms, but you might charitably describe it and the rest of the building as a shithole. The neighborhood — down in the outer rim of Zone 3 — itself is pretty dreary.
But there's a perk! There's a small stretch of the road I’m on that has never succumbed to the usual curse of low-income neighborhoods: cheap, bad, plastic or vinyl signage made with badly spaced, boring fonts. Somehow, the shop fronts on this one little block have either hung in there for long enough, or been out of business long enough, that they've still got these awesomely charming, quirky, hand-lettered signs.
Not lettering, really, but I love these old signs scattered around:
30 Mitcham Lane has as awful Helvetica-filled sign, but managed to hang onto these groovy numbers on their door:
I love the spring in these letters at no. 94:
They couldn't quite had the past at no. 95:
My personal fave is this unicase approach at no. 97:
I l wish I could see what they covered up at no. 114:
This is just an old sign on the corner, but I adore it:
1) Jean-Baptiste: Sweet! Life's not so bad after all :) (Nov 11, 2008 11:58 PM)
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