It’s taken me many years (never you mind how many) to face a simple fact about myself: my love of notebooks is wholly unencumbered by any desire to actually write in them. Sure, I’ve written in notebooks in the past, but with the prevalence of digital note apps and the chronic problem of never being able to locate specific ideas in hand-written journals as time goes by, I realize now that the notebooks I acquire these days are for one purpose only – to admire as art objects. Take these beauties that designer Tom Cranshaw crafted – it would almost be a shame to spoil them by doing anything so crass as writing in them. Just take a look at that tantalizing foil work.
And did someone say Singer sewn binding?
There’s also something quite charming about the seemingly random phrases that appear on the covers of these self-promotion pieces – a cross between surrealist poetry and the odd English phrases you find on shop windows and T-shirts in Japan.