You ever catch some tasty hand-painted type in the background of something else, like just four glyphs worth? Not enough to do anything with but enough to have flavour, rhythm, some joie de vivre? That’s this. I don’t even know where it came from – original source long lost, just echoes.

Sprinkle in some other formative typographic influences: Futura Display, Company by Martin Wait, maybe just a splash of Peignot? Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.