We Chew Pencils

I bhogut tihs book the oehtr day. Its claled "The Art of Lokonig Sdweiyas".

And I'll tell you what, it's pretty massive you know (533 pages in fact), like a fucking doorstop or something. Every time I look at the thing I feel slightly more confident in my choice of inspirational reference. That being said I probably wouldn't have mentioned it if it's cover didn't fit in with my layout so nicely.

Alan Fletcher is the author, he died a couple of years ago I reckon. He kept good company though hanging around with Colin Forbes and Bob Gill. The book itself might have been Fletchers swan song, but it incorporates work from throughout his extensive career, so I guess it'd be fairer to say it is his life work, his effigy I reckon. Irregardless of dead designers and sentimental bollocks; the book is unlike anything I've ever seen, every page is removed from its predeccesor. The grids are faultless enough to satisfy the format nazis without ever compromising on sporadic, anarchic twists and details.

I'm probably going to look into making a book. Either that or get fuckfaced this weekend. Ah fuck it I'll get pissed.