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The Little Book of Fears: Process

One of the happiest times for anyone is when months of research and various prototypes lead to a tangible result. Between all the revolting and exhibitions, one of my main projects has been this volume in  four parts (a flipbook with head, middle and feet plus an appendix). 

To arrive at the final result, a ringbound 112x125 booklet with a gated cover, I went through three black and white and two coloured prototypes, two of which you will find below. I was trying to avoid a ring-binding, however experimentation showed me that it would be a difficult book to open with a sown back. My second goal was to have the book and the cover bound together, which was possibly even easier with the ringbound version than with the sown. Though the sown version is more elegant and I may attempt to make an 6th version with different materials and better print, paper & binding. 

Soo… Documentation pictures!

V3: Still black and white, but the binding is almost final. 

V4: An attempt at fixing the book with a ribbon. Lead to…

V5: The final inside cover. Tension on the paper led to what was once 
one sheet of paper becoming five separate parts.
V3.5: Sown back sown into the cover. While it was a stylish solution, the
thickness of the carton relative to the thin back lead to a book that
would not open. 
V5: Ringbound and tied to the back by a piece of string.          

 Details on what this book is and what it does will follow anon!


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