House Flavour: Batch 041

What we’ve been sitting with this week.

Someone’s been saving things again. The house has a habit of collecting before it knows why, and then one afternoon it all starts making sense over a flat white and some Freddie Gibbs.

There’s a something running through this batch between stillness and energy. A man completely at ease in a chair. A woman holding her ground on a pavement.

The A.J. Rish cover in navy and white stopped the room. Type at that scale either works completely or falls apart. This one holds.

Shibuya etched into the frame of a pair of glasses worn by someone who’s clearly seen a few things, the work still happening.

Printed on a grey sweatshirt like a note left to yourself.

A warm shot of the good stuff, taken when the room finally went quiet.

Shot of the good stuff.