Smudge Ink to host a holiday sale for the Boston Food Bank on November 1

Our friends at Smudge Ink are teaming up with Boston area vendors again this year for another Holiday Sip & Shop event! If you’re in the Boston area, visit Smudge on Thursday, November 1st from 4-8pm in their Charlestown shop for an evening of pre-holiday shopping, sipping and socializing. You’ll get the opportunity to purchase products from some great local companies, and a portion of the proceeds will be donated to the Greater Boston Food Bank. We donated the photopolymer plates for the letterpress posters used to promote the event, and were so impressed with the final outcome!

A portion of the proceeds from the 2012 Smudge Ink Sip & Shop will be donated to the Boston Food Bank

Check out the photos below from the 2011 Smudge Sip & Shop event and don’t miss out on the fun!

Smudge Ink held a holiday shopping event to benefit the Greater Boston Food Bank

Tell us about your printing mentors: a Valentine for the people who taught us how to print.

A few months ago, we sent out a survey to a whole lot of letterpress friends asking them a whole lot of printing things. One of our favorite questions was “Who are your letterpress mentors”? The list of responses was a gushing love fest to the famous, infamous, and unknown printers alike, the people who taught us, inspired us, and stay with us. You can read the list below. So in honor of red hearts and Valentine’s, share your stories with us — who taught you a love of letterpress — and what did they teach you?

Harold Kyle of Boxcar Press talks about his first letterpress printing mentor

Barry Moser a designer, typographer, illustrator and teacher from Pennyroyal Press, shared his mentor story with us:

I got started in printing in 1968. It was a late umber November afternoon in 1969. I wish I knew the exact date, because it was a day that changed my life. When I opened the door of Leonard Baskin’s Gehenna Press I heard a din of sweet noise and smelled the essence of viscera of a sort known to me in some distant and obscure way. The din was the chitty-chitty-bang-bang of the big press running. The essence was the smell of oil and grease and ink and solvents. There was an antique trestle table with stacks of books on it and a model of Gutenberg’s printing press. The books were of a kind I had never seen. Hand made paper. Fine bindings. Impeccable printing. I stood there, a little uncomfortable, and feeling like I had just stepped into another world. Continue reading