Elliot Stokes Whitson arrived in fine fashion this morning. 8lbs 13oz. Momma and boy are doing fine. #letterboardfridays
April 27, 2011. After those tornadoes in Alabama, I just couldn't help expressing my broken heart for my smashed state. I saw the helicopter footage of those thinned forests and broken towns. Places I knew well were being broadcast on the television a thousand miles away, and I didn’t have one neighbor who knew those places like I did. Faulkner said to write what you know. Old Try started that way. By writing and designing Southern things for folks who lived in and out of the South. Things that connect people to a place they go to in their dreams, or a place they could never convince themselves to leave. April 27th was terrible. But it caused me to start something beautiful. I can't hate it for that.
@mini629 is due in 37 hours. So of course I'm at the Sox / Yankees #becausesports
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, and who say to Zion, "Your God reigns." And who leave amazing swag. ☕️🙌🏻
Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country. - Horace Greeley Knew I had to. Get out there. West. For a summer, at least. Breathe in the mountain air. Leave my cares back in Mississippi and drive up into Wyoming. Time away from everyone I knew and everything that I was. Up to the mountain. She helped me gain perspective. To see clearly. To witness a bit of God's green Earth west of the River. I headed back into the valley knowing I'd seen clear to the other ocean. And it was time to get on home. It's National Parks week. 10% of proceeds from this print.
It's National Parks week, and I think you should get out there and enjoy those wild places that are calling. And also grab one of these prints we made with @western_rise. 10% of proceeds go to preserve the open spaces in our great land.
Today is Patriots' Day – a day to mark the battles of Lexington and Concord. Here in Boston, today marks our first day of Spring. Schools are out. The Sox are at home. The Boston Marathon is run. And the weather, no matter how raw it may be (though today the weather is famous), points to better things ahead.
Split land. That's what Yoknapatawpha means. But that isn't what it means. To scores, it means the land of the Snopes family. To a lesser number, it means the Square, the University. To me – a rich, complex, messy, gorgeous land of duality and literature and steamy summers. There the hills yawn until they flatten out just 35 miles west where the delta stretches out to Old Man River. Faulkner's postage stamp. Mississippi's gem. The South's South.
Growing up, there was no place cooler than Nashville. I’d head up there with a buddy whose sister was at Vandy. She had friends. A cool car. An idea of how to get to Tower Records. She’d hang out in coffee shops that I didn’t even know existed, and listen to bands at venues I could only imagine. The lights were brighter in Nashville. The people, more beautiful. The state flag, more exotic. The letterpress, legendary. Every weekend had to end. And every drive back south to small town Alabama left me feeling that I was destined to move to a big city, where everything is illuminated.
Several years ago, I did my buddy's logo for a little biscuit shop he was opening in Cahaba Heights. Well, he's about to expand and open his second location in Birmingham at the Pizitz. And this @alabamabiscuit location is gonna have a great big huge logo. That's because Birch is doing big things. I'm proud of our work, and I'm proud to call him a friend.
Man can not live on bread alone. But add some beautiful fairways, greens, pimento cheese and fermented drinks, and he can live just fine down in Augusta. We've teamed up again with our buddies @criquetshirts to make a great print tipping its cap to the Masters. Available for pre-sale now. Link in header.
Watch Home Town on HGTV, Tonight at 10p|9c One day I got a phone call from a Mississippi area code. I picked it up. "Hello?" "Hey, it's Ben." "Okay..." "Ben Napier. Erin's husband. From Mississippi. What you doin'?" Man, what was I doing? I don't even know. And what did we talk about? I can't remember. What I can remember is that this guy from the Methodist church in Laurel, Mississippi was just calling me because sending an email seemed so impersonal. And that left an impression on me. That was probably four or five years ago. When the Napiers were just supporters of our small business and buying up all our things that we made for Mississippi and telling their friends about us. That was back when @erinapier bought Ben one of our bowties even though it was too small for his neck because she's a giant of thoughtfulness and he's a giant of a man. That was back when she sent a picture of one of one of prints in their house and then I found out they HAD THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HOUSE IN ALL OF MISSISSIPPI. That was before they made a show for HGTV and before @scotsman.co and before they built @laurelmercantile downtown and before they were the talk of the South. Since then, we've become friends. We've presented together at our alma mater (Hell Yes, Damn Right!) and we've made a couple of different prints together and I'm just pleased as can be they are the folks who were called to represent a misunderstood state to the nation, and a living Savior to the broken, and a picture of sacrificial love to the world. So, hey, tonight. What're you doin'? Wherever you are, turn your TV to @HGTV at 10p|9c. That's what you're doin'. #hgtvhometown #printsgoinghome
In case you were sleeping, South Carolina knocked off Duke and made it to their first Sweet Sixteen! Until tip off of the Baylor game, you can snag this print for $16 off at theoldtry.com.
Letterpress printing started in the 1440s. She changed over time, but pretty much was the standard for commercial printing for five hundred years. But as we've seen, all beautiful things get replaced by cheaper alternatives. From 1903 until about 1950, despite a lot of challengers like lithography, letterpress printing held on. By the mid 50s, offset printing (printing from rubber) was the most popular method, and the wooden letters started to slowly fade from use. And by the 80s, well, digital printers put a nail in the coffin of the old presses. But not for us. We're lucky enough to've found a printer and drawers full of old type that were never chucked out when guys in pleated pants were throwing out the old machines and replacing them with off-white plastic desk jets. We use as much wooden type as we can (and there's a lot of it), and we have plates hand-cut when we need images. Our printer is skilled as can be, so our prints just kiss the paper. Those letterpress wedding invites you get that are all deeply debossed are actually the mark of an unskilled pressman – though we've all kind of come to assume that 'letterpress' means 'debossed printing'. It takes a lot more effort to get the pressure right and not impact the fibers of paper. And speaking of paper, we use 110lb Lettra that is made from the linters (or scraps) of cotton production. Which means our prints aren't just 100% cotton, but they're an environmentally responsible way to make art. And because I grew up in what was – at least up through the 80s – the largest cotton producing county in Alabama, each print reminds me a lot of home. The process ain't quick. It ain't cheap. And it ain't easy. Which is exactly the point. We're thankful you appreciate the thought and care that goes into every print we make. And we thank you for supporting our little family of three, and the dozen or so people who help make, and deliver, every Old Try print to your door.
Get home, crack open a brew, grab the mail, then see my buddy @cyrusbuffum (@seabornoysterco) on the cover of a catalog showcasing Charleston's finest. Well done, brother. 📷: @jwhulmeco
Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country. - Horace Greeley Knew I had to. Get out there. West. For a summer, at least. Breathe in the mountain air. Leave my cares back in Mississippi and drive up into Wyoming. Time away from everyone I knew and everything that I was. Up to the mountain. She helped me gain perspective. To see clearly. To witness a bit of God's green Earth west of the River. I headed back into the valley knowing I'd seen clear to the other ocean. And it was time to get on home. Back in stock. Link in header.