The hand drawn maps story made me think of the time in 1990 when four of us trekked down the Hispar Glacier in the Karakoram with nothing to guide us but a map photocopied from an Italian mountaineering book. The sort which shows mountain peaks as little triangles and the linking ridges as black lines.
And when we had finished I found myself drawing a map for the proprietor of a shop in Hunza which he would photocopy to sell to other trekkers. In exchange I got a lapis lazuli necklace for my Mum.
ADORE those magazine covers. How refreshing illustration and graphic design is amongst the bombardment of perfectly pristine photography we encounter!
And entire pages full of only text! Refreshing, indeed.
The hand drawn maps story made me think of the time in 1990 when four of us trekked down the Hispar Glacier in the Karakoram with nothing to guide us but a map photocopied from an Italian mountaineering book. The sort which shows mountain peaks as little triangles and the linking ridges as black lines.
And when we had finished I found myself drawing a map for the proprietor of a shop in Hunza which he would photocopy to sell to other trekkers. In exchange I got a lapis lazuli necklace for my Mum.
Beautiful story, Jon. This is why we travel! Somehow we've lost the plot.