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.