I am writing this article from the Small Publishers Fair in Conway Hall. It is midday and the event – an annual love letter to artists’ books, text-art, printmaking and poetry – is truly under way. It’s a fully immersive experience. Discussions of printing techniques, innovative typesetting, and local café recommendations echo up to the balcony of the central hall.
Publishers invite guests to handle the books – we fold and unfold curious shapes and encounter unexpected page textures and bindings. Every couple of hours, the organiser rings an old school bell to announce the latest sequence of ...
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