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Foco

 

I'm away again (again...third holiday...second still to be reported on). But while I'm away, I thought you might like to meet, if you haven't already, Foco, from DaMa.

   

Found Type Friday #77

(Phew! Just made it.)

This weeks FTF comes courtesy of Paul from near neighbours Whitenoise. For part of their latest book "The 'Noise" got access to the deepest and darkest reaches of the print shop at the Ulster Folk Museum, something I've wanted to do for ages. The new book is about typographic experimentation and is due to be launched early September with a do/exhibition at The Naughton Gallery at Queen's, 3–10 September.

      

Designers Against Human Rights Abuse

Designers Against Human Rights Abuse have just released their second book, featuring contributions from Bibliotheque, Brighten the Corners, Stefan Gandl (NeubauBerlin), Alex Haigh (Thinkdust/HypeforType), Nick Hard (Research Studios), Jeff Knowles (Research Studios), Abbott Miller (Pentagram), Si Scott, Paul Skerm, Un.titled.

Rishi, who designed the book, explains more:

"They were each given a 3 minute audio interview with a Tibetan refugee to translate using primarily typography into a 16 printed page booklet. These booklets were then combined with an 11th booklet with the original interviews in to form the book, which comes in an embossed black slip case."

You can see more and buy your copy here. All proceeds go to the Tibet Relief Fund.

     

Our back yard

...no, it's not all trees. There's the obligatory big house (complete with boxing squirrels), a very still lake (that powers the water mill down the hill), a symmetrical garden (with trees), an old but working mill (powered by the lake up the hill), the absolutely interesting and beautiful Strangford Lough, a random temple and a castle thrown in for good measure.

And all this was basically our back yard. The campsite is just a little way through the woods and you can stay in the grounds as late as you like so after about six or seven at night it's empty and all your's. This last thought was fuelled further by a largely unfounded but well liked theory that when you join the National Trust and become a "member" you basically become a part owner of all their properties. Bollocks of course, as my wife pointed out, but still, I'm going to stubbornly hold on to that idea and when we go back and take the house tour, will hop over the barrier and park myself on a crusty old chaise lounge to eat my lunch, no matter what the guide says.

Of course, our Castle Ward experience was enhanced greatly by a few days of superb weather but it really was a magical retreat and I can't wait to go back (and make myself at home...must remember to pack my slippers).

   

I've been away

 

It was brilliant. Sleeping in the forest with just the flimsiest fabric between us and the badgers. Brilliant. Castle Ward is an amazing place; with trees everywhere. Very tall trees. But it's not all trees, oh no. There's other stuff too...