#efhbx

If you are reading this then it may very well happen that you've bought one of my handmade notebooks. Here is a little information on what they are made of.

First of all, any good notebook needs good paper. So far I've been using paper from Fabriano, which I think is the oldest paper mill in Europe. They have a wide range of paper available, and I usually stick to 160g drawing paper for large books (A5) and 120g drawing paper for pocket sized ones (A6).

These papers are well suited for most drawing media - pencil, pen, charcoal, pastels. The paper will even handle light splashings of watercolour, but I would be careful with large washes. If that is your style I can offer you special made books with medium weight watercolour paper.

Now, a good book needs a good cover. I am rather boring in my preferences, I am happy with a monochrome, sandpapered cover. But I love creating more striking books suited for other personalities. I search through atlases and photobooks, old maps, travel brochures and whatever catches my eye. Recently I bought a coffetable book with black and white photos from Paris, and this turned in to one of the prettiest series of notebooks yet, in my own, humble opinion.

If you are a proud owner of one of my notebooks, don't be afraid to flash them in public or social media. I have created a hashtag for just that kind of use: #efhbx

Oh, if you stumbled on to this page and feel you are missing out on something, don't worry: I can mail the books anywhere in the world. Contact me through instagram or facebook, prices, photos and paypal will appear soon.

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