A few years back now my parents, aunty and uncle had the task sorting through the belongings of my aunty who had passed away. During the time they stumbled upon some old family photos in a shoebox.
A few years back I when I was living in the U.K I came across this great old tourism/rail poster for Whistable. Not too dissimilar from the type of thing you’d spot in Selling the Dream. This particular poster grabbed my attention because of the typeface used for the headline.
Some time back I read Diggers, Hatters & Whores by Steven Eldred-Gigg—a historic reference to the New Zealand gold rushes in the 1850s. There’s something really fascinating and actually unbelievable about the daily hardships of the people living in NZ during those times.
Over time my computer has become a repository for a lot of miss placed ideas. Like mould, these scraps of ideas have leached from one folder to another – finally settling down to a dark quiet spot where I will never think to give them a second look. I think it was my mother who told me that mould doesn’t particularly like the light of day. And with that in mind I’ve decided to open the curtains and shed light on some of the things I have worked on – both personally and professionally.