Here’s some renderings of our soon to open space in Savannah, Georgia. The store is minimally constructed with mixed raw wood and glossy white fixtures. The only colors are from 60s Yves Saint Laurent, beauty and home product packaging and the assortment of books scattered along the front table.

Looking at the checkout desk and the whitewood bench placed in front of the media wall and hanging coats.

Back selections area, to include Italian leather goods and 50s Hermès under glass.

I picked up these little gems at a bookshop on Melrose this afternoon. The Cocktail Party, a play by T.S. Eliot from 1950 was praised by the New York Post back then, “The Cocktail Party is an authentic modern masterpiece, one of the two or three finest plays of the post-war English speaking stage. It is not only beautifully written but extraordinarily effective dramatically. This is the stage as its illustrious best,” reads the cover flap. The cover is beautifully, and simply designed and the play itself takes place in a London drawing room throughout, with the exception of Act two.

The other book entitled, Four Days, documents the days before and after the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. The photographic essay includes commentary and documentation including telegrams and eyewitness testimonies. A steal at $1.

The last in the Teen Angst Journals series. This one started my senior year and took me into college. There’s a lot more of my own photography, 0 pyrotechnics and it smells less like spray paint and more like emulsion. That year I took three consecutive quarters of photography so it was nice to keep a journal. Nowadays my journals are much more subdued with little or no photography. Mostly scrawl and sketches. Something just happens after college. Entitled, That was then, This is now, the cover features a friend of mine from High School at the basketball courts.

This book was made from a Maxim magazine. It’s been burned and torn, painting and peeled. There’s a lot going on from spread to spread, lots of interesting smells and mediums. I guess you could say this was my first “traveling exhibition” as people in gym class would pass it around and look through its horrifying pages. I can only imagine what they were thinking…

This journal is the second one. Used for about a year and every page has something on it or attached to it. There’s booklets hidden inside the pages and the journal is very fat, probably 500 pages. I remember taping the receipt on the back from the store that I purchased it from, hoping to save the date. The ink has since disappeared, leaving a wrinkled, blank piece of paper. Its titled ‘Inspirational Catalog‘.

In searching through my books I found a stack of my old journals, ranging from age 15 – 20. I never “journaled” until my high school art teacher made us. She encouraged us to complete an entry every day and to get introspective. I haven’t completely stopped doing this since then, however during that time I was doing a lot more of it. The days before livejournal, blogspot and ultimately sad-blog were without a keyboard, mouse and screen. These journals were mostly paint and ink, hand-carved stamps and xerox transparencies, fire and wax… the usual. Here’s the first one of six, entitled Experimental Shit.

David James Associates have been quietly defining the aesthetic of the zeitgeist for over twenty years. This statement reads under the about section on the davidjames-outofprint.co.uk website. They have been under the radar in terms of a company but their work speaks loudly. The campaigns for Prada since the early 90s and countless other Miu Miu campaigns as well. The London based agency has most recently designed AnotherMan magazine, which showcases a volume of typographical exploration twice a year. Below are some of the early campaigns and even some show invites for Prada and Miu Miu.

And so it begins…