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
What makes this Cold War childhood favourite so dynamic? The answer lies in one simple design feature
Spare a thought for the ramifications of your vote upon future stamp issues by the US Postal Service.
It's an adorable issue, but if you ate everything on this table, you'd still be hungry, plus your teeth would be ground to bits and you'd be suffering excruciating digestive pain.
David Bowie's musical output speaks for itself. I speak for the many people who were once teenagers who felt like they came from another planet. Bowie showed us it was just fine to be a bit weird.
Which country loves honoring its Eurovision entrants on stamps? Hellooo, Helsinki!
Whoa, where have I been? One moment I'm slapping stamp posts up on the internet like a '60s actor slapping bums on a bus full of French nurses, and the next, I've gone AWOL. The truth, dear readers, is that I work in a freelance world, and sometimes, a punk's just gotta drop everything to... Continue Reading →
Last week I posted a thank you stamp featuring an art by Degas of a ballet dancer. It reminded me of this 1973 Chinese issue that I saw recently in a club book. (That's philatelist talk. Best not to ask.) Â Â It depicts a ballet called The White-Haired Girl, one of the Eight Model Plays engineered... Continue Reading →
Just a quick word to say thank you to WordPress for featuring one of my blog posts (this one) on their Freshly Pressed page a few weeks back, and thanks to everyone who has stopped by and followed my site since! I’ll be endeavoring to follow back everyone who’s not a spammer. Thanks especially to... Continue Reading →
You'd think I'd be watching the Oscars glamour today, wouldn't you? But no. I came across this blast from the past on the weekend, and I CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF THE HAIR! Nor the shoulder pads. Nor the open-necked shirt with the collars under the lemon pullover. Nor the tres eighties grey curtains in... Continue Reading →
