Author: Chandler
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Electric lollipops
Today we dished out our first strawberries and cream of the season—cause for major celebration at our house. Now, lest you get the idea that I’m either entirely too easily amused, or have never heard of a supermarket, let me explain. The Tailor and I do our best to eat locally, organically, and seasonally—and we’re…
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Public nudity
Oh, I’m probably asking for it with this post title. (To anyone who might have found this post by Googling naughty things, I’m afraid you’re about to be disappointed.) The window displays in the old Woolworth’s store downtown have been converted into a twenty-four-hour gallery, with artist exhibitions and installations rotating quarterly. Shortly after I…
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Edge of the earth
Item number 4,732 from the Bucket List: Hike to the very tippity-tip of Cape Flattery, the northwesternmost point of the continental United States. Stand leaning into the wind and rain, back to the trees, discovering how sea stars and cormorants spend their Mondays. Gaze out to open sea with the spray crashing in your ears,…
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Dead Feminists, part two
When it comes to letterpress printing, process is everything. And since that process is not always evident in the final product, I thought I’d share the technical aspects of the Dead Feminists series. Now, as I said in the last post, letterpress printing is traditionally done using metal or wooden type—or in the case of…
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Dead Feminists, part one
Holy cannoli, everyone! I’ve only just now come up for air—I’ve been buried under invoices, subscription forms, kraft mailers, and email print-outs, and Thea’s face is repeated all around me as reserved copies are spread all over the studio. Since I posted her here on Tuesday night the orders have just poured in, and over…
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Tugboat Thea
Well, here she be. (Or should I say, Thar she blows?) At long last, Thea is here, barnacles and all. Jessica and I unveiled her at our Pressing Matters talk at the Tacoma Art Museum this morning. I have to say, I was nervous that with the weekday morning time slot, we’d be hoist on…
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Thea Returns
Thea’s back! This is just a sneak peek of the pencil sketch for now; Jessica and I are unveiling Ms. Foss’s new look on Tuesday, so we’re saving the surprise for then. In the meantime, though, we thought we’d offer up a few snippets. The latest broadside in our Dead Feminists series has been a…
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Tricky registration
For the past eight months a stack of hand-printed postcards bearing my Versailles gals illustration has lived in the front pocket of my bag—sharing cramped quarters with my sketchbook and watercolors, ready whenever anyone asks for my business card. I’ll admit this sucker was originally designed as a promo postcard, but I kind of like…
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Inspiration
My work tends to deal heavily in flowery typography and ornamental Victorian doodads, so this book has become a constant companion. It’s a reprint of an 1897 design primer, and displays a series of increasingly abstracted renderings of various flora, from realistic illustration to graphic pattern. Most of the patterns in the book aren’t really…
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Trout fishing in Tacoma
When I was growing up I used to raid my dad’s personal collection of books whenever I was looking for new reading material. We had bookcases all over the house, but I could always depend on Dad’s collection for the discovery of a new favorite. Those shelves introduced me to some of my favorite authors,…