The sound is seductive: typebars striking ink ribbon; the bell of the carriage return swinging left. In my selective nostalgia, typewriters were never used by anyone except authors - typing stoically in a room with light filtered through plantation shutters, in the company of scotch glasses and a wastebasket of crumpled pages.The typewriter embodies a writing process that is hard and stark and dirty and mechanical. It’s a symbol of the beauty of process, the struggle of wordsmithing. And so my love for the typewriter is also a love for its aesthetic. I am giddy for illustrations of vintage typewriters
, drawings where you can almost smell time and dust preserved. Here are some of my favorites.
Above by Loui Jover
and Chris Packer