Stationery

Typewriters. Polaroid cameras. Turntables. Things. Great big clunky things that, despite the obsolescence suggested to them by the feature-creep of what our ancestors called "tele-phones", they endure. Is it simply a fetishisation of the way things used to be? Possibly. The analogue world presented to us by That Show With The Suits And Secretaries And Smoking is so alluring. 

Things are no more prevalent than in the office, in the lair of the stationery. In theory, all you need is a computer, a big hunk of glass and aluminium screaming light into your face all day long. But the dream of minimalism, of the paperless office, continues to be undone by stationery, the Apps of the twentieth century nestling into the corners of our offices. Anachronism be dmaned. And just look at the varieties, the shapes and sizes and functions on offer – who could resist such wonderful toys? 

If you're just starting out in the exciting world of filling your life with clutter, or should ever find yourself lacking in stationeriments, here's a handy field guide to get you on the right track:

Adhesive tape
It's sensible to have one roll of each of the masking, double-sided, gaffer, useless, packing and regular varieties. Each straddles the functional/infuriating divide in its own special way.

Bulldog clips
Oh bulldog clips are just lovely. Sturdy, stubborn, dependable. Like placing your important paperwork into the fist of Michael Ironside. Also quite dangerous (see staple remover).

Clipboard
Not just any old clipboard. Oh no. There are few things more elegant in this world than Muji's aluminium clipboard. Imagine an iPad without a screen or internal gubbins or inherent air of smugness. The ultimate analogue tablet. Sam Rockwell uses one in *Moon*. What more do you need to know?

Elastic band
See: rubber band.

Eraser
Do you ever do something dumb in the real world and think, "ah, no worries, I'll just undo that", then make yourself a little glum when you realise the universe doesn't (yet) work that way? Yes? Well the eraser is for you, chum. It's like a pocket cmd-z. 

Eraser shaped like a burger that smells of watermelon for some reason
Don't use it. Don't smell it. Definitely don't eat it. It's simply there amongst the rest of your stationery to ward off evil spirits and to act as a magnet for dust.

Hole punch
BAM. Two holes in that! Immensely satisfying. 

(The best bit about hole punches is the leftover holes they produce. I used to collect these holes from hole punches – not just my own hole punch, but the hole punch of every single person I worked with in the Westminster City Council Commercial Waste office. I'd wait until everyone went home, and then I'd go from desk to desk, emptying their holes into jars I had. Jars. I have no idea why I did this. I just liked the look of lots of holes, all gathered together. Collections of thousands of identical things always look great, no matter what they are. Especially in jars. If they ever make a film of my life, I'd like Kevin Spacey to play me please. Moving on …)

Mechanical Pencil
Steampunk version of a regular pencil.

Notebooks
Plural. If you're just using one notebook at a time, you're doing it wrong. If you want to jot something down or diddle a quick doodle and never want to find it again, what better medium than the notebook? 

Paperclips
No, sorry, paperclips are evil. They're like little beetles. Especially the stripy ones. Only slightly less repulsive than used Blu-Tack. You simply don't need paperclips. If you think you need a paperclip, it's only because you haven't yet decided whether you need a staple or a bulldog clip.

Pencil
Lots of these. Mostly pilfered from Ikea. To be sharpened with a knife, so you get those nice angles on the point, not with a pencil-sharpener. What are you, a communist?

Pens
So many pens. More than you will ever use. Biros, fountain pens, felt tips pens, highlighters. And, of course, rollerballs – the only item of stationery to be made into a film starring James Caan on roller skates. FACT.

Popular brand name adhesive note squares
For making notes and to use in that clever animated short film you plan to make one day and put on Vimeo and get famous, but not proper famous, *internet* famous and then secretly hope that the idea gets pinched for a Sony Vaio advert just so you can bore your friends for the rest of time with how your artistic integrity was like, so violated.

Receipt spike
It's a great big spike that sits on your desk. Perfect for those days working alone at home the day after watching Final Destination.

Rolodex
It's good enough for C. C. Baxter, it's good enough for you, buddy boy.

Rubber band
See: elastic band.

Ruler
The bigger and metal-ier the better. Get one with a hole in the end, so you can pin it against the wall and work out which way gravity is going.

Ruler (lenticular)
WATCH THE DINOSAURS FROLIC! SEE HOW THEY NOD AT EACH OTHER AND AVOID EATING EACH OTHER LIKE NATURE INTENDED! OH JUST IMAGINE WHAT DAVID ATTENBOROUGH WOULD SAY IF HE WERE WATCHING THIS RIGHT NOW!

Scissors
Worth owning just so you can say "sciissuurrs" in your best Winona-Ryder-pretending-to-be-an-old-lady voice.

Stapler
Years of research went into developing the stapler we know and love today. Drawing on the results of inhumane experiments and blackboard-filling equations, top stapologists managed to create a device that would fasten together exactly 99% of any given bundle of paper, leaving the back few pages (or "null sheets") to remain unfastened yet be-holed. Impressive stuff.

Staple remover
Handy for clacking gently in your hand whilst deep in thought. Unfortunately, science has taught us that the natural rumination pose is hand-near-mouth, for activities such as beard-stroking and pipe-clenching, so the proximity of the staple remover often results in absent-minded lip piercing. Can also be used to remove staples (and if you're removing staples, it just means you should have used a bulldog clip – LEARN YOUR LESSON, FOOL).

Friday links

Never Let Me Go

Never Let Me Go is definitely one of my films of 2011 (yes, it's that time of year again – out come the best of lists …), so when Paul Willoughby tweeted up a picture of Carey Mulligan from a recent Little White Lies photo shoot, I thought it'd make for a nice poster. So here it is.

And yes, I realise she doesn't actually have that hairstyle in the film, but lets just ignore that for now, shall we? I can't be expected to keep up to date with every single actor's hair-do. Just trying to stay abreast of Nicholas Cage's barnet alone would be a full-time job.

The QR code: gimmick, Pandora's box or just misunderstood?

These so-called quick response codes are more like ugly, mysterious trapdoors; more often than not slapped onto designs to convince client that their advert/article/yoghurt is somehow cutting edge. They are designed to be read by machines, not eyes, but are sold to us as superior alternative to simple human-readable URLs. The emperor's new barcode, if you will …

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How to swap How to be a graphic designer, without losing your soul, without losing your soul

Whilst clearing out my studio, I've discovered a spare copy of Adrian Shaughnessy's excellent How to be a graphic designer, without losing your soul (one of my recommended reads for creative sorts). I'm not entirely sure how I've managed to end up with two copies, but there you go. Bookshelves move in mysterious ways. Anyway, I'm offering it up for a swap (UK only I'm afraid). Do you have something equally brilliant yet surplus to requirements? Make me an offer in the comments below.

Magazine trimming

I'm gradually knocking the home studio into shape. This weekend's big job was to trim the fat from my magazine collection – something I've been putting off for a long time. Magazines are like crack to those of us suckered by collections of matching, uniform things (I believe the medical term for this condition is mustbuyeverypelicanbookosis), so it took some cold hard logic to rationalise what had to stay and what had to go.

My collection of The Believer? I only really kept them for the beautiful Charles Burns covers, but I still haven't read his book Black Hole, so I could still get my fix from that. And what about Esquire? It's been yo-yoing between amazing and terrible in the last couple of years – but I have a hardback edition of the September 2009 issue, so that'll serve as a good keepsake of the good times, before it resorted to Watch Adverts And Boobs Monthly.

And what about The Face? I whimpered over getting rid of loads a couple of years ago, so I'm keeping hold of those I've still got. Especially my replica issue one. It continues to baffle me that nobsody has published a retrospective of The Face. That's odd, isn't it? Yes it is.

Little White Lies and Port weren't going anywhere. No way. Not today, buddy-boy. Uh-uh.

The real toughie was Creative Review. Ten years' worth of square lovelies. How could I possibly get rid of any? And then I started flicking through them and realised there was little reason to keep them. It's a great mag, but it's very current, and all the good stuff is on their website anyway. Plus I lost my temper looking through them because of their insistence on having one page of heavier stock in the classifieds bit – preventing a satisfying flick-through. So after far too long mulling over whether I could perhaps keep one issue from each year, I realised that the logical thing was to keep each of the annuals. And you know what? It works a treat. The spines look rather lovely together, still satisfying my need to keep an uninterrupted series. And I still have a good snapshot of the last decade of design.

I've managed to trim my magazines down to two compartments of my standard-issue Ikea Expedit unit (aka my Vitsoe Shelf Placeholder Unit). This was a slightly heart-breaking exercise, but one that had to be done, otherwise it'd only be a matter of time before I turn into one of those people surrounded by boxes of archived newspapers and cereal boxes and hair.

So, how do you manage your magazine collection? And be honest, when was the last time you actually looked at that twenty year-old issue of Arena? Do you really need it?