
Welcome back to Typo Friday, friends! I went out to the Bins again a few days ago, and even though they raised their price on hardcover books, I was of course, convinced to pick up a handful of goodies such as this music education book with its super bright dust jacket.

The cloth cover itself is no less pleasing. There’s something I really like about the awkward alignment of the type.

Nothing too impressive with the type, but a great cover overall.

This is the real find of my trip. This was just a completely unexpected, stellar find.

No type at all on this cover of Elephant Bill, but I though this elephant line drawing was rad.


This one was just the covers, all the innards having already been removed. I’ve already bound up some heavy drawing paper and turned it into a sketchbook for future use. Which brings up a topic on which I’d like some opinions. The internet and artsy, handmade boutiques and such are full of people who have torn apart old books to turn into sketchbooks and journals and the like. I never really know how to feel; there’s that part of me that feels like there’s something sacred about these books, as relics of another time, but now having collected a wealth of them myself, I realize that most will not be read beyond a cursory skimming, and most of what I have is not worth anything to be resold as either a collectible or serving their original purpose.
My question is: is it better to re-purpose what parts I can of these gems that I can for more modern use, as many others do without thought, or the other option, which may eventually lead back to the Goodwill and into the hands of someone in the same position?