Most folks’ favorite smells consist of apple pie and the ocean. Mine? Printer’s ink, freshly printed on a page. Part of the reason is because my dad was a pressman for most of my life and constantly smelled like this. Another reason is directly tied to being a designer; the smell of ink on paper is the smell of finished work.
So on this fine Monday morning, as I gear up to spend the day job hunting, I share this with you: