A trip to the bookbinders'

For those who salivate at the palpable atmosphere surrounding old books; whose minds frolic to the dance of impossible Latin titles; or whose palms tingle at the thought of the touch of ancient volumes: let this take you on a journey directly into the arcane skills of the bookbinder. Not the mind, mind, but the thing itself, a space consisting only of bookbinding, where that is all there is to see and be.

I like revisiting old styles I once thought exhausted. A disc-julian, with the power low and the distance a hair's breadth, colour symmetry on the dominant transform tweaked to the point of scratchiness, whose appreciation fully depends on the full view.