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.
Above by: Nan Lawson
Above by: Carlos Ransom
Above by: Ekaterina Maksabedian
Above by: Jason D'Aquino
Above by: Robin Wieskus
Above by: Tabitha Emma
Above by: Katie Thierjung
Above by: OKAT
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