Tipo Cibo Vino (Legacy of Letters 2022)—Part 8: Letterpress Workshop Day 3
July 15, 2022 | Day 3 of the Project
The afternoon before, Lorenz Boegli, owner of Atelier für Siebdruck in Müntschemier, Switzerland, and Swiss publisher Lars Müller, had briefly stopped by the Tipoteca but there was no time to talk at length with them as Silvio Antiga was leading them on a tour of the museum and we were deeply engrossed in the pasta book project. However, this morning Lorenz—described by Silvio as the greatest silkscreen printer in the world—returned to the Tipoteca to see the Matthew Carter a-z type portfolio that James Stroud of Center Street Studio had printed in 2016. Later he joined us for lunch at Le Corderie, where we had a chance to leisurely talk with him. The only inkling we had of his silkscreen mastery was the oversize business card he gave a few of us. But a quick look at Lorenz’s website confirms Silvio’s high estimation of him.
This was a continuation of each participant’s personal spread with yellow (egg pasta) as one of two new colors (the other being red). James and Janine had contiguous spreads as in 2019 and they used the large amount of space to declare “BASTA PASTA” in large yellow wood type. Angelina Lippert used yellow as the color for anellini, small rings of pasta suitable for soups. For George Whitman the color was perfect for commas he was turning into pasta shapes.
Lunch at Le Corderie
Back to work.
The end of the day.
When we quit for the day, several of us went to Ristorante Bragossa for dinner, a restaurant known for its seafood. It is located on Via Sant’Anna, about halfway between the Tipoteca and the Villa Bolzonello. We sat outside on the lawn. It was cool, but the mosquitos were a problem. The hostess thoughtfully provided bug spray for everyone. Given that half our group were riding bicycles, the bigger problem was a looming thunderstorm. The bike riders took off as soon as they had finished eating. Within a minute or so the heavy drops splashed down. The walkers—of which I was one—sat under the table umbrella, waiting for the rain to stop. But then the hostess told us that her son would give us a ride back to the Villa Bolzonello. Her son turned out to be the chef. He was still wearing his kitchen uniform (minus the toque) when he beckoned us into his SUV. We arrived at the Villa in no time, passing the bicyclists along the way.