The lineup is set. Twelve sheets and a cover, all chosen, all final. I sat with the new photos for quite a while, letting them gestate — which, now that I think about it, is a pretty ridiculous way to put it for a man in his late forties. But it fits. You carry something around with you, turn it over and over, until at some point it clicks: That's how it's going to be.
I'm not giving away any more than that just yet. I'll just say this much: print preparations are underway.
I'm probably my printer's favourite client. I never come rushing in at the last minute, never need anything done yesterday, nobody has to work overtime. They can slot me in nice and easy, somewhere between the big orders that come flying in mid-July in a panic. And while everyone else is off on their summer holidays, I'm sitting at home signing calendars and packing them up. Sounds unglamorous. It is. But by September 1st, everything is ready to ship, and that's the moment that counts.
So you don't miss that date: you can sign up for a reminder. You'll get a short email from me at the beginning of September. No newsletter, no spam, just a heads-up. Feel free to sign up here: