Y'all ever think about how weird it is that we used to get -- delivered to our door at no cost -- massive books containing alphabetical lists of the names, phone numbers, and addresses of everyone in our city?
Everybody just lived doxed all the time?
What universe was that in?
As part of an extended introduction, I’m the art director and co-founder of The Silverhill Press, an independent publisher specialising in Photography monographs (in addition to our day). We’ve published 30 books, I’ll be reprising our best over the next few weeks starting with Floor 14 (by me.. sorry) which came from a commission by John Grindrod to record the foundations of the Post Office Tower and the abandoned 14th floor for his book Concretopia