Here’s one straight from the press; directionally accurate to within 6 Pica when hung vertically anywhere in the world. No calibration required.
For those who don’t know, the antipodes of where you are, is the exact opposite of where you are – on the other side of the globe (if that makes any sense?).
In New Zealand, however, if you mention the Antipodes, people tend to think of a distant off-shore group of inhospitable volcanic islands to the south of NZ (They lie 860 kilometres to the southeast of Stewart Island/Rakiura). The islands are home to amazing mega herbs and a ground-dwelling parakeet (among an amazing array of flora and fauna).
Interestingly, here in London, we are roughly antipodal to The Antipodes, but the term more frequently refers to both New Zealand and Australia. I quite like being called an antipodean, gives a touch of Ol’ world glamour…
For those interested, this lovely old copper-topped arrow is printed alongside a worn Day and Collins ‘Caxton #6’ wooden font; inked with a shaded 2-colour affect inspired by the colour of the Antipodes Island parakeet (Cyanoramphus unicolor)!
After 15 months printing in Hamilton NZ, Hooksmith Press relocates to East London UK. 3 months at sea, and a few issues getting everything into our mid terrace, Leytonstone rental.. most things are unpacked and setting the first form can … Continue reading →
On wet evenings, I like scouring ebay for the odd letterpress bargain. I bought a lot of advertising blocks, from an old sporting goods shop in Iowa; and they arrived this week. When I proofed them I noticed the golfball block had 1 King on it.
Strangely my grandfather was a big-time golfer back in the day, called Sam King; I don’t think it would be too much of a stretch to imagine it might be associated with him? This is a photo of him from the National Portrait Gallery in London (by Bassano), and one of a number of cigarette cards I’ve seen of him- pretty cool, eh?
Sadly this was all before being a golfer, meant big money – so no family fortune. When I told my brother about the block, he requested this print.
Wayleggo (ˌweɪlɛˈɡəʊ), interj, Origin; NZ, away here! let go!; a shepherd’s call to a dog on completion of a task
Maybe its living in the Waikato, but seems that all I see these days are cows. Sheep are in decline, but they have shaped our past and landscape.
Back before dairying found its way into the high country of the South Island; I spent a summer as a rousie in a shearing gang , but weirdly my most enduring memory of sheep-dogs is Sunday TV. I’m sure NZ readers of a certain age will remember the amazing feats on “A Dogs Show”
My search for a Vandercook SP15 began roughly one and a half years before locating one, in the deep south of New Zealand. I’d used one once (during a night course at St Martins in London), but never got to appreciate its intricacies I’m mechanically-minded but not aware of what to check for, when it came to going over the press I was going to buy.
As it transpired, there would have been give away signs that the trip springs were broken – ie a lot of inked impression on the cylinder blanket. Anyhow it was during cleaning once the press arrived that it finally dawned; as the toothbrush knocked the remains of the broken spring out. Not to worry,though, Fritz at NA graphics soon had my order for new parts as well as a manual. I had read many articles on Paul Moxon’s Vanderblog concerning the replacement procedure and I was relieved to read read that the springs could be replaced with out the need to remove the cylinder carriage plates. http://vandercookpress.info/vanderblog/?s=replacing+trip+spring
When the parts arrived I made myself a tool (see bottom picture) and set about replacing the springs.