Sunday, November 30, 2008
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Hatch Show Print is a print shop that has been in business since 1879. The space is smack dab in the middle of a strip of touristy bars. However, the minute you walk in the door, you feel as thought time has stopped (or at the very least, slowed down considerably). Hatch describes itself as, "A wonderful amalgam of working letterpress print shop, tourist attraction, museum and historical archive." I'd say that their description is right on the money. I pulled a few photos from their website, but somehow the pics don't do their work justice. The handmade quality of the work is what lends it its charm. I was seconds away from purchasing a green and white version of the Clean Rest Rooms poster below. Check out their stuff online, if you can't make it down to Nashville.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Image courtesy of the Tennessee Preservation Trust.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008
All those cheers of Yes We Can, turned into emphatic cries of Yes We Did last night. I am so proud of this country and so hopeful for its future.
Last night I watched the election returns come in at a friend’s apartment uptown. I saw people filling the streets and cheering as I headed downtown towards
Come three in the morning people were still in the streets yelling their heads off. As my friends and I walked across
It was glorious, and I loved my neighborhood even more than ever. I loved it for its enthusiasm, for its almost reckless hope and most of all, for its unrestrained joy. There is no place I would have rather been as I finally fell asleep last night than in
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Today Design*Sponge has a post about an artist who makes lino-cut prints. D*S simply says, “beautiful new linocuts from stacey at perla anne….” I am sort of shocked that D*S didn’t point out how very similar these pieces are to Hugo Guiness’s work. If I were Mr. Guiness (or John Derian, who sells his work), I would certainly be a little annoyed. Stacey's work is above and Hugo Guiness's is below. What do you think?