I wrote a dozen #postcardsToVoters last night with my regular postcard party crew. These are going to Ohio to ask people to 💙Vote Yes💙 to repeal the state’s abortion plan and give people the freedom to make their own medical decisions.
Love Letters for the Subway is going to be screened at Typographics 2023! If you’re going to be at the conference or at any of the Type@Cooper workshops, we should meet up!
“A shrinking globe in an expanding universe” was part of the 1964 World’s Fair marketing message, and thousands took the 7 out to Queens to see wonders like the Unisphere.
This the last Love Letter! Thank you for coming along for the journey.
161st Street, #YankeeStadium in the Bronx. Getting on the train for your commute and being mixed in with folks going to game day uptown, out to Barclays or Queens or MSG.
I thought of this letter as a folded ribbon with the Municipal Building on one side and those distinctive orange bricks from the 49th Street station on the other.
It took me years to get out to Coney Island – I had plenty of excuses – until a friend dragged me out there on an August day. We assumed it’d be warm and muggy, but while we were underground the clouds opened into one of those intense summer rainstorms, and we decided to go see what we could see anyway. Instead of neon and glitter and all the locals out for a sultry night near the beach, my first trip to Coney made it feel like a mysterious place, more magical thanks to the warm rain. I remember walking past the old kudzu-covered Thunderbolt in awe, soaked the bone.
I didn’t have a plan for the M train for a while. It moves through a lot of M-themed places – Middle Village, Midtown – but while I was mulling over what to do, I saw those sloping orange lines that repeat over and over again scoot by as we pulled into a station, and it was just enough of a spark to help me come up with this design.
Overhead in Astoria, Queens. For people who mostly commute through Manhattan, popping up outside on the elevated lines is always kind of a surprise. Most of the neighborhoods that still have elevated trains are low-rise neighborhoods, so you’ll pop out into the sky and be right at the rooftops of the local buildings, up there with the pigeons.
Looking train-to-train down the cars. The L runs across Manhattan into Brooklyn and it’s likely you’ll see at least someone who’s a little bit extra on this train. I added in portraits of a few people I know here, including my friend MB who really has carried a backpack full of plants around town.