July 27th. 2011
There is a quiet elegance when paper is used. A luxury of proportion and dimension, and a sense of The Real in the texture and weight of the pages. Some would go so far as to attribute a sensuality to the caress of displaced air as the pages are turned, to the whisper and rustle of the pages. But most of all, there is an intimacy in the transmission of Ideas from one mind into another.
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