Homage to the HoP

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A long search for chromatic woodtype came up trumps, with several new founts acquired this week.

Give Me Hops celebrates this wonderful herbaceous perennial and the upsurge in independent craft brewers creating hoppy IPA’s and Stouts.

The word HOPS was printed with shaded type, chosen as its ornamentation beers an uncanny resemblance to hop cone scales and the young leaves of the plant.

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There is no makers name on this Victorian 30-Line shaded type, though it is likely to be UK made – Ideas anyone?

Shaded Wood Type

Registering the second colour went fairly well though there was some variation due to the handmade nature and age of the type, as well as the intricacies of hand feeding for second passing on the press – though imperfection is good right?

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Cheers and Good Health!

Antipodes

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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)!

Leytonstone’s monster

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Been researching my new home- Leytonstone does have some interesting history. In addition there seem to be a fair few Blair-witch style stories associated with the green spaces around (Epping Forest, Shoulder of Mutton Pond and the like).

On a lighter note, I read this story about an unexplained creature seen at the Hollow Pond a few years ago http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/england/greater-london/cryptozoology/hollow-pond-bear.html

This poster is
a bit pub- meets silent movie inspired. Its printed on paper I recovered from a derelict printshop (Shamrock press) in the Wimbledon area, just before it was demolished. I might stick one in the local pub, and see if it inspires a few more sightings.

I imagine it was a case of mistaken identity (a giant rat? a reintroduced beaver? small child?). I saw my first otter in Wales (in the tailwater of the reservoir that supplies Birmingham), and initially was convinced it was a huge pike- so I believe anythings possible.

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Hooksmith in London

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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

Chip off an old block..

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.

     

Where have all the sheep gone?


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”

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