The Thousands

The last invitation I got to an engagement party was designed by a BBoy. It demonstrated a level of design skill that could only come from someone whose aesthetic sense had been generously enhanced by extended exposure to spray cans and good sneakers.

We can’t all have immaculate style: for the rest of us sans serif bozos and grapheme gumbies there’s the ladies of floral leisure at Studio Bomba – two women who love fonts enough to name a printing press (theirs is called ‘Herbert’),  and who know how to yoyo with a gocco.

‘But I’m not getting married!!’, we hear you say, ‘I have no need for graphically designed wedding booklets!’. Us neither pal, but if single people need anything we need perfect stationery so we can write to our friends about how lonely we are, espresso cups that come in single file, and cameras wrapped in bunny wool to document a solitary existence (link provided so the feminist readers don’t have to google ‘bunny cam’). If you’re still in need of some ligature therapy after a visit to the studio, tag a bus and dob yourself in. It’s a great way to earn extra coin to spend on porcelain collared dogs for your own Christmas stocking.