I am drawn to new journals and notebooks to the point of an obsessive and compulsive craving.
In the bookstore, Walgreens, and paper goods store, I walk directly to the shelves of Moleskins, Paperblanks, stenopads, Deuts187s and Piccadillys. A journal for me is not a just a utility to write. Before the writing even happens, a journal is loaded with meaning.
The binding and the covers claim a stake on what might become of its pages. Paperblanks’ cover images are restored century or even millennia old designs, whose aesthetic is orderly, geometrical, symmetrical, and intricate—foreign to the modern reductionist journal, one with a white cover and a tiny but rebellious black square plastered in the center. The Paperblanks images, which range from equinoxes, silk work from Lyons, the book of Solomon, to Paris Noir, imbues each journal with a sense of historical continuity and connection.