the black rat press
Hello,
Have you been feeling tired, stressed, restless, maybe even dissafected lately? Are you having trouble sleeping at nights? Is your work getting you down? Are you experiencing a floating sense of dislocation? Does your food seem to lack its usual flavour? Is your wine just not getting you drunk enough? Do you feel there’s something missing in your life but you just can’t put your finger on what or where? Well here at Black Rat Press we believe we have the answer. D*face. Not D*face himself, of course. He’s a fine upstanding young hoodlum and would never for one moment knowingly compromise the integrity of your sleep. What we mean is there are two Street Improvement prints we haven’t told you about. We feel bad about this now, but really, who knew your life would start to unravel like that? If we’d realised we’d have told you sooner, or at least brought a wheatgerm and crabgrass smoothie to your workplace and told your colleagues what a fine person you are and to maybe leave off ribbing you about your new glasses. Yes they have a certain Nana Mouskouri quality to them. But really, this is Shoreditch. The worse you look the cooler people think you are. Match them with an old stovepipe hat, a ratty old shirt, some yellow lycra leggings and a pair of broken bicycle reflector lights for eyebrows and you’ll blend in fine.
Anyway, where were we? Oh yes. We’re releasing the final two D*face Street Improvement prints. So please set your alert software and conspiracy theories for sometime tomorrow.
All the best,
BRP