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WEDNESDAY 06 AUGUST 2003
TYPOGRAPHY MAGAZINE / EIGHT POUNDS ON THE KINGSLAND ROAD


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She recognises the square-faced, cat-faced girl on the sleeve - she'd been performing with Gold Chains at The Monarch that time. There's spiky writing on the CD, those faux 'rock' capitals, in pink on a yellow background. She slots it in and listens as the juddering shitty-ass synth chordage begins to pound. There's a record - real vinyl, no use without a turntable, goddammit - and a magazine. It folds out large, a3 size, and each page has a different photograph or graphic. That's nice, she thinks to herself. Later in the street she ducks into a stationary store and rummages around till she finds an a3 clipframe. At home she tries every poster - the Terry Richardsonesque topless girl in a baseball cap rolling a fag; the word YEAH spelled out in massive Cooper Black font with a pink heart in it; but settles for the one that says 'PAZE SMAL' in white on a black background. It has a kind of thirties ambience. Stark typography. She hangs it up next to her desk. That's nice, she thinks. She thinks, that's what somebody who was together might have on their wall.


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