I really like books. It is actually a problem for me. Moving from one apartment to another can be a muscle building activity. Design and Art books have an especially strong pull for my eyeballs. Charlottesville has quite a few indie book stores which I am generally forbidden from entering. I certainly don’t need another de Vinci or Ralph Steadman book, as much as my weak brain might ache for it.
Still, every now and then I need new inspiration in the form of thinly sliced trees neatly stacked and bound. Typography of the hand drawn variety has been an obsession of late, so this one fits nicely on the overburdened shelf.