Physical, large format typography totally rocks my world. It dates back to my early teens when I liberated the discarded D from a well known department store and wheeled it home on a skateboard, much to the vexation of Mrs T. If you don’t know where I’m coming from, move on, I won’t be offended. But if you do, you might just share my renewed enthusiasm to visit Berlin some time very soon. It’s the home of the Museum of Letters, better known to the locals as Buchstabenmuseum. This syllabary graveyard archives a vast array of salvaged letters that were once installed on the facades of shops and factories. My type of thing.