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Letters From the Hellbox

When he was a child, Martin McClellan would sneak out into the garage where his father kept a hobby print shop. He’d spin the flywheel on the 19th century Golding Pearl press, pumping his leg on the treadle (cast iron in the shape of an ornate capital G) to achieve a great momentum. He’d jump on the treadle and ride it up and down until the energy dissipated and the ride slowed to a stop. To this day looking at great typography gives him an equivalent thrill. He’s awkwardly utopian about design. He lives in Seattle.