A few months back, I caught sight of a post headed 'A slightly different way to keep and display stamps'. You never know what lies ahead with that sort of subject line. Has some idiot just licked a bunch of Inverted Jenny plane stamps onto their cat?
Answers to all the questions you hadn't asked: where has Punk been lately? Why does Portugal's Christmas stamp outshine everyone else's? How did a pair of alpacas wind up in a nativity scene? Read on to find out...
It's a farewell of sorts from the Punk Philatelist. She's outta here. ...Or is she?
Sometimes you can see a stamp dozens of times without fully appreciating its majesty. And then, for some reason, you happen to notice it in a certain light, or at a certain magnification, or across a cosy bar eight vodka and tonics into a Friday night
Silo art: it's the rural equivalent of street art, only it's painted on grain silos, and it is, as a rule, ENORMOUS.
The jam tins starring in Australia's latest retro release threaten to burst off the stamps and cover us in their delicious, fruity goodness
In 1994, January 26 officially became a day of national observance down under: Australia Day. We maybe should've thought that one through.
As soon as I caught a chromey whiff of this issue from Australia, I knew I would have to tell you about it. I give you: Street Art.