The Elite

Overall, this Economist article on the legendary Matthew Carter is quite good, but for me this is the bit that stands: “Mr Carter sits near the pinnacle of an elite profession. No more than several thousand type designers ply the trade worldwide, only a few hundred earn their keep by it, and only several dozens — most of them dead — have their names on the lips of discerning aficionados. “

Pals at the Press Fair

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Aw, ain’t that sweet? That’s the awesomely talented Howard Hardiman (and special friend) minding his comics and some issues of Pink Mince at the table he very kindly shared with us at last weekend’s Alternative Press Fair. As always, it’s a lot more fun to sell copies in person, where you get to meet the people who care enough to shell out a pound or two. Also: lots of cute guys wandering about.

My style

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I totally want these. No lie. Especially the jacket.

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Scanned from a Summer 1969 Sears catalog. Usually I hold back on the judgment and editorializing about things I post on Public Collectors but these patriotic shopping list ensembles just can’t possibly be real. No one bought those right? I refuse to believe that men were walking around on the beach looking like fucking idiots wearing red, white and blue get ups blaring such catchy slogans of the 1960s as: “MILK”, “POTATO CHIPS”, “SHRIMP”, “PIZZA” and “CHEESE.” No way. This shit did not exist. Not a single purchase was made.